Bonnie was special to me; she was my best friend from the very first day.

When I came to choose a puppy, I was completely lost — there were so many of them, and I simply didn’t know how to pick one. They were all so adorable. But she didn’t hesitate. While all the other puppies ignored me and went about their own little games, she ran straight over to me and began jumping up at my legs. Bonnie chose me, not the other way round.

From that moment in 2016, we were always together. We went through the most difficult stages of my life side by side. In hard moments, she would simply jump on me to cheer me up or lie quietly next to me.

Whenever I had to go somewhere without her, she would wait by the door and greet me with a burst of joy when I returned. She was so playful, my little “shadow” at home, always following me around no matter what I was doing.

In May 2025, she was diagnosed with heart failure and had a pulmonary oedema, which we managed to control in time. Life with daily medication began: some days were worse, some were better. I did everything in my power for her.

But one evening she grew much worse, and in our city, there was no 24-hour clinic available. It was another pulmonary oedema. That night, she passed away. It was a huge loss for me, and for my children, who loved her just as deeply. This isn’t just the loss of a pet — it’s the loss of a part of myself.

When it happened, I immediately knew I didn’t want to bury her somewhere far away. I found you, and I’m so grateful that even after her passing, Bonnie is still here with me at home. Thank you for giving me that possibility.