As long as we've had Bobby, children from the neighborhood would knock on our door and ask if "Bobby could come out and play." He was loved by all who met him. He had an infectious smile on his face that would melt a snowman's heart. I am agoraphobic. I have not left my home in over 9 years. If it were not for the companionship and love freely given to me by my Bodacious BooBoo Yum-Yum Bobster, I would NEVER have survived this long. How will I survive without my Bobby to show me that life IS worth living?