THE CHESHIRE SET FLYBALL TEAM

On 22nd June 2021 our hearts were broken again, as we had to let our gorgeous boy flyball across the Rainbow Bridge. Buzzy Boo was poorly over the weekend and then took a turn for the worse.  He had a very full tum though with a whole tin of hot dog sausages, whole bag of chicken breast and then his fave huge chunks of cheese for pud.

Buzz, we rehomed nearly 8 years ago so we think he was about 14.5 - 15 ish. He nailed flyball straight away and was not long before he was flying high with the big boys. Buzz was an absolute dream to race and he also represented Wales at the European championships in 2016. I always used to run him between 35 - 40 feet and if he got a good turn ran 4.7's but at the Champs in 2017 Boo ran low 4's and we were back at 51 feet, I can only describe him as supersonic, needless to say we broke out so came last but what a cracking memory to have and I was chatting to him about this when we let him slip away.

Buzby aka Boo Boo ....
Why was my boy chained up in a yard of grime?
Now looking sleek and stunning in his prime
Well what am I going to do with Buzz?
When in the flyball ring his head goes to fuzz
Watch out at the box as here comes the steam train
Like an excorcet missile he races up the lane
His whole life revolves around a tennns ball of yellow
But most of the time is a big soppy cuddly fellow
Buzz enjoys his food but never will beg
Ask him to sit and he will give you a salute of his leg.

Boo was such a funny boy and sure he was part cat as he was so independent and only wanted cuddles on his terms but boy when he wanted them, what a snugglebum.

I'm sure it was him who taught Floss to chase any ball that moves. Many a time he would wind up Raggy Baggy down the beach, she'd drop the ball for you to kick it but before you knew it, Buzz had swooped in and whisked it off much to Millie Rag Bags disgust.

Plastic bottles was his passion, he loved to play and chomp on them until they were as flat as they could be - Ali and I always used to say we should rent him out to the council to recycle their plastic. It didn't matter if we were up the woods, in the park or on the beach, guaranteed he would always find one.

Considering he had been chained up in a yard and beaten, Boo was amazing and had the most beautiful gentle soul a four-legged friend could have. He is now wrapped up nice and snug with of course a ball and what else but a plastic bottle, right by Kizzy Whizzbang and not far from Tessie as he loved his leggy collie girls.

He will always be my handsome boy and thought he was stunning from the very first time I saw him, we were so lucky and privileged to share our lives with him. We miss you so much my sweetheart and sure by now you have met up with some of our gang - next time I see a rainbow I will throw you some more balls to chase Boo Boo. Sleep tight handsome boy.

Love you always Ma, Pa and the Gang xxxx