Bo is such a good boy...thats what I used to tell him..................................
Four days now, four long days since I lost the best friend I will ever have. It still doesn't seem real. The hurt becomes unbearable at times, it takes my breath away and sickens my stomach at the same time. A thought will come of him doing something simple, something as I watched him do over the years and I took for granted he would always do. Even though I knew he was sick and not long for this world, the reality of it I did not or would not fully accept.
Now it has come, he is really gone. He will no longer comfort me when I am sad, he will no longer warm me at night, nor look at me with the look of love and devotion. Not again will he run for the truck to go somewhere, anywhere, didn't matter. He went everywhere I went, he would wait patiently for me and no matter how many times I would leave him, he always welcomed me with the same love.
Once upon a time a lifetime ago he came in to my world.
I didn't really welcome him then. I wasn't much for small dogs and I certainly did not think the interior of a home was a place to raise a dog.
My wife at the time insisted though, and soon he made our house his home.
It came gradually my adoration for him. It came through his playful puppy years when he would chase the ball, and when tired of the game would carry it to his favorite spot next to his other toys and lay down for a nap.
He weighed a mere 19 pounds but you would have thought he was the biggest dog around by the air of confidence he projected as he encountered strangers, and other dogs three times his size.
He and I endured hard times together, when my son was having problems, and my wife of 20 years and I departed. He comforted me, he made my life worth something because he and I were family. We drew life and strength from each other. He loved me so, you could see it in his actions and in his eyes. He was always by my side, I simple adored him, I never admitted it to other people but he was indeed the thing I loved most in this world.
We walked together, we played together, when times were really bad I would cry and talk with him and he listened intently, always willing to give more than I could ever give back.
My precious Bo is gone now, I will see him in the physical state one last time tomorrow before he is placed in his grave forever. I will see him in my mind as long as I breath. I can almost feel him now, his hair was always soft and his little body comforting to me with just a touch. I somehow thought he would always be there for me and if it were his choice I know he would be here for me now.
Because I need him so desperately now.

Oh I can see that Bo really was such a good boy. It does not take them long to become our all and all. I know my Snookie gave me comfort such as no one else in this world every could. The love of our babies never fail and they never leave us nor turn a cold shoulder to us. They are loyal right until their last breath. I am thinking of you amd your precious Bo.
Ann

ann,
thank you for your reply. bo was buried in the pet cemetary near here monday. it was one of the longest days of my life. strange how much love a pet can generate, they are so small but leave such a large hole in your life with their passing. I hope your grief is subsiding some. i have seen your messages around this site consoling others and trying to help. it is still the early stages for me and i break down pretty often, his memory is still ever present,
it is very helpful to hear from someone who can appreciate my loss, as I can read how you and others have had to endure it also,
hope your future is soon brightened,
darrell

I was thinking about you and Bo and wanted to say hello.

I get feelings of Esabella around me often and I have to look around as it feels like she is right there. I know she is in my heart and I had one dream of her the first month she left. It is normal and feels great. They have special ways of letting us know things...........mostly to be happy.........I believe.

Anyway......just wanted to know how you are......

Stay in touch with us.

Litebrez

Oh, I am so sorry to hear about the loss of your precious Bo. That was a beautiful story you told of your love for Bo and your life together. I completely understand every word you said . . . they are so very precious and no one can love us like they did . . . so special, so good, so sweet, so much comfort, yes.

Keep coming here and reading and posting. Again, I am so very sorry. I know how much it hurts and how you wish you could still have him physically there with you playing with his toys, seeing his precious little face and eyes filled with all that love -- and just being there with you. I feel the same.
Marcia