I've never technically been a Boston owner, but they are very close to my heart. Several years ago my mom adopted one named Petunia. At first we were just Petunia's foster family, a place for her to stay while she recovered from a broken pelvis that had been the result of her being thrown out of a car. :( But as soon as she arrived I think we all knew she'd be sticking around.
Eventually she recovered from her injuries and was the sweetest, most wonderful dog I've ever known. She had breathing problems and was going blind with cataracts. She had surgery to help with her breathing and had one of her eyes fixed. This spring, just before she was going to have surgery on her other eye, she was hit by a truck and killed.
When my mom called to tell me, she was so hysterical that at first I thought something had happened to my dad. It was weeks before my mom made it through a day without crying. She and Petunia had been best friends; Petunia even went to work with her every day.
Now, however, I am happy to report that my mom is ready for a new Boston, this time a puppy! We are going to pick her up tomorrow; I think her name will be Periwinkle. I am very excited and can't wait to puppysit when my parents go out of town.
Also, later this month I'm moving in with a friend who has a Boston/Jack Russell mix. He doesn't look much like a Boston - in fact, he sort of looks like a hyena - but I'm sure I'll love him anyway. :)