Although it has been over a year i have only just found this site to say what she meant to me.

She came into my life when she was 6½ years old, due to an allergy i was told (I think it was new wife wanted to get rid of old dogs).  Her name was Tessa but no way was she a Tessa, i immediately changed it to Bobbie and amazingly enough she answered to it straight away.  She came with her red sister Sasha who was the more dominant of the two although quite a bit smaller then Bobbie.  It was eerie to watch them at first because they did everything together, if one got up the other did at exactly the same time like some silent code between them.  But i think as the trust came they felt able to pull apart from each other.  Sasha attached herself to my husband and Bobbie became my shadow.  She had the most gentle personality and was so popular with everyone.  If we went out no-one we came in contact once they had patted her on the head could resist kissing it, it was like velvet.  She used to sit there with strange people suddenly kissing her on the head, and she always looked as though she was saying "yes, I'm so kissable arn't I".  She amazed the vets because she had mammary problems, she had a mammary strip and the vet suggested I pick her up as she was too unhappy being away from me.  I decided to stay at my mum's house with her so that she woudl not be bothered by the other dogs we had, mum and i were both nervous as she had only had the op in the morning.  We couldn't believe it when the door flew open and the vet was dragged across the waiting room to where we were sitting.  I had to get on my knees because she was trying to jump up, she had many operations in the next few years but her powers of recovery always amazed both the vet and myself.  I took her to a few companion shows where she excelled in best trick (it took her under 10 minutes to learn to do a high & low five plus she could guess which hand you hand something in by putting her paw on the correct hand after you had hidden it behind your back).  When we discovered yet another lump at the age of 13 i decided that i could not put her through another operation but make the most of the time we had left.  Sadly we only had another six weeks but we made every second count, she died in my arms where she spent so many hours sleeping.  She gave me one last kiss and i her on her most kissable head, she gave a little sigh and left me.  I hope that she was happy with me for her last years and that i made the right decision not to have that final op, its something that stil haunts me.

I am sure you did the right thing,i decided not to have chemo for my dog 3 yrs ago when he had cancer,had him on pallative steroids,only kept him 8 wks,but i still hope i made the right decision,i couldnt bear the thought of having all those drugs pumped into him,and it wouldnt of made any difference,only that we would of kept him longer,so i like to think i did the least selfish thing and gave him 8 weeks of relative comfort and then had the courage to let him go.It still hurts even though i have a new puppy now,he is never out of our thoughts so sorry for you it does get better.

Baylee, I was crying as I read your post. Im sure you did the right thing. She sounds a lovely dog. Bet she was very thankfull she ended up in your care.
Dont you worry about a thing you did the right thing. Do you mind if I ask do you still have her sister.
Take care Sharon

Unfotunately we do not and i do feel mean that i didn't mention her passing, i loved her very much as well.  She had a brain tumour that could not be operated on.  I took her to the Vetinerary Hospital in Hatfield and the Royal Vet College in London but they both said the same thing.  She was such a small boxer that i called her my little pigmy boxer but she was a bundle of energy.  We had about three months after she was diagnosed and up until the day before she was zooming all over the place as the vets had said let her do want she wants.  We lost her exactly six months to the day before we lost Bobbie.  We have another rescue boxer now who is so like sasha including the fact that she is small that its hard not to think that she has come back to us.  I am looking at their picture now with Bobbie saying hello to a piece of seaweed on the beach and Sasha swimming in the sea to fetch her ball.  That was their last holiday with us but i know they had fun, we sure did.