I saw Bullett for the first time when he was just a few days old. When he got out of his box and came over and laid in my lap, I knew he had chosen me.
Four weeks later Bullett came home. It was the week before Christmas. That spring he quickly learned to potty outside. I hung some bells on the backdoor and every time he wanted out he rang the bells – and if you didn’t come quick he’d bang them.
Bullett and I went everywhere together.
When he was a year old, he started playing with the hose and he would chase me with it – once he even tore through a screen to get to it. He loved his squeaky toys and stuffed animals. He loved to cuddle, and he was a bed hog. He also loved a cone at the drive thru window, I would pull over so he could enjoy it.
When he was eight years old I realized Bullett couldn’t find things very well. We were told he had progressive retinal atrophy and he would be completely blind in six months. I was devastated, however we all adjusted, and it didn’t affect him at all.
In his last year I had to carry him in and out every few hours. He was nine days short of his 17th birthday when I had to say goodbye.
There isn’t a day I don’t miss him or cry. Bullett was my life.
I had a chance to get a new puppy and thought it was Bullett coming back to me, but my new rescue didn’t like him. I pray that puppy wasn’t my Bull, and that there really is a Rainbow Bridge.
Love Mom, Diane
