tomorrow will mark 2 months since had had to put our FloBo to sleep. The pain of losing her, it's still hard. Bit of a background on my big girl. In May 2013 I had finally convinced my other half to let me have another dog, I was a stay at home mum who suffered with anxiety and depression and needed something else. We got Flo, she was 2 years old, a complete nutter, she was 8kg underweight when we got her and it was heart breaking to see. 7 weeks after we got her she gave birth to 5 beautiful boys, Alfie, Buster, Marley, Dodger and Nugget. All but one went to family and friends. Image by JaideJosephinex posted Apr 25, 2016 at 7:12 AM We already had a Yorkshire terrier who was more like a baby than a dog, and although I love both my dogs dearly I love them in completely different ways. Flo was more like my therapy dog, she knew what to do when I was having an anxiety attack, and because of her even on bad days I had to leave the house to walk her. She was a massive pain up the butt, but she was mine and she was always there. By the time she left us she was a little overweight, we got a lot of moaning from family members etc about her weight but she was pure muscle, not an ounce of fat on her. Image by JaideJosephinex posted Apr 25, 2016 at 7:12 AM We were often told she wasn't other people's cup of tea, she was always in people's faces and needing to be centre of attention, but hardly anyone got to see her how she really was, a calm, cuddly, drool covered, friend. She was so much more to me than just a pet, and she will never be forgotten for us. I'm actually getting my tattoo for her in the next few weeks, it will read "nothing loved is ever lost" with a paw print. I just felt the need to write about her somewhere, to remember her.