“It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness.” – Charles Spurgeon
I lost my Love, my beloved Bulldog Miss Bean. My heart is broken, I miss my best Friend. I adopted her when she was 3 years old and she died yesterday at the age of 9 after a 2nd stomach dilation. No words can describe how much I Loved her and how much I miss her right now.
When I got her she had a lot of behavioural problems, she was aggressive towards other dogs, would attack vets or me when I tried to clean her wrinkles or give her a bath.
When she came to live with me it took almost a year to really accept rules and my other Bulldog James. James was my other Bulldog who died last year at the age of 10. The Bulldog breed is known to be stubborn, strong willed and very determined and Miss Bean was no exception, stubborn would be a huge understatement. After a year of intensive training she finally fully accepted James and me.
I named her after the famous TV persona Mr Bean and changed it to Miss Bean for the obvious reasons. Just her face and expression made people laugh and she was a comedian and clown at heart.
She was such a happy dog who would brighten up the lives of everyone and everything around her especially mine. Just saying her name or looking at her would make her tail wag like a little high speed propeller and she would give you her most beautiful smile. She lived for attention and hugs and followed me wherever I went.
In a way she acted like a kitty, whatever I was doing she would block me from doing it to demand her cuddles and attention, if she could have jumped up on my table or desk, she would have definitely sat on my keyboard or papers to demand attention and she loved boxes.
There are so many things I will have to miss about her; her beautiful smile, her crooked teeth, her propeller tail, her funny ways of acting out or demanding cuddles or food and her never ending appetite, her rolling around and sunbathing in the garden, her tongue which I called her sleep’o’meter (you could tell how long she was sleeping by the length of tongue sticking out) her bunny runs, our days at the beach, our train rides together, her being the cutest mascotte for the Dutch soccer team.
Whenever I tried to read a book on the couch or do crunches on the floor Bean would just sit on top of me to demand attention, when I got phone calls she would immediately get her squeaky toy and would start squeaking away so everyone who would call me got her ‘squeaky song’ as background music and yes even her daily nuclear gas bombs will be missed. She was the Cutest Stalker with the worst Ninja skills ever.
She was ALL Character, a Dog with a Big Heart and a Big Smile.
I will never forget your silly ways and will always miss you ♥
Thank you for being my Best Friend, for all those intense cuddles and all the times you made me laugh, for being my rock when life was hard, for sharing your never ending love and happiness with the me. Goodbye my love, the Cutest Clown, my Precious Pretty Pirate you will never ever be forgotten.