In the fifth comic strip dedicated to my beloved friend, Yogi Bear Jones, I passionately reminisce about those unforgettable trips to the doctor with my two furry companions. Yogi and Boo Boo absolutely loathed every moment spent in the car, their heart-wrenching whines and cries echoing as we made our way to the veterinary office. Despite knowing these visits were essential for their health, they were unwavering in their determination to sway us, with every desperate look and soulful expression pleading for mercy from the clutches of the doctor’s care.

Unfortunately, as I sit down to write this blog, my heart aches knowing that Yogi’s beloved brother Boo Boo has fallen ill. Ever since Yogi left us, Boo Boo has been wandering the house, desperately seeking the warmth of his life-long companion. He has given up the search as well as his will to live. The bond they shared was forged 17 years ago when Santa Claus gifted Boo Boo as a Christmas present for Yogi. Just two months old at the time, Yogi became the only “family” Boo Boo ever truly knew, and now his absence leaves an emptiness that words can scarcely capture.

Boo Boo has stopped eating. His kidneys are failing. The doctor has informed us that he has maybe a week left before he passes. My poor baby is dying from a broken heart.

We are devastated to say the least. Keep your loved ones close. Call and check up on them from time to time… because TIME is all we have. Time waits for no one, man or beast.

Join me next week for the conclusion of my tribute to Yogi.