That's a heartwarming story. It sounds like Boscoe had a very good life indeed. Dogs are so wonderful, they return tenfold every drop of love you give them.

You can be sure he's with Chessie and Nanny, romping in the grass and patiently waiting for the rest of their beloved family.
We'll be going through the same thing with our dog Mike. He's about thirteen now, arthritic and slowing down. Not too soon, I hope.