Just a little dog, not even a foot tall but in some way the biggest dog of them all. I miss you at the strangest times, Bobo. At the expected ones, too. These eyes in the back of my head, the ones you gave me, still search for you in out of the corner glimpses. Sometimes, just for a very short moment, they see you, too. These fine tuned ears, also gifts from you, still listen for your late night raids on the big bag of kitty food in the hallway. Sometimes I’m certain I hear your lusty yip from far off, the bark that always meant you were up to some kind of mischief unless it was a demand for a treat.
So many people tell me how blessed I was to have a dog for seventeen years. I’m sure they say it in kindness. Although I know it’s true, it’s not much consolation. If I’d known how fast the years would fly, Bo, I’d have sprung for an extended warranty but it seems like they only come with unimportant things. Getting old, slowing down, when did these ever become part of the bargain?
Even though you’re no longer here, Bo, you’ll always be with me. Right where you’ve always been, in a place in my heart that’s yours forever.
Thank you for all the fun and joy, my beautiful little boy. Thank you for all the love.