
That’s me and my Bo back when he was still a puppy. On Wednesday, at 13 years, 2 months, 2 weeks and 6 days old, we had to let him go. I think it was, by far, one of the hardest things I ever had to do. He was a great dog, loved to run. I think he could run forever (if he wasn’t on a leash). Every time he got out, he would just go and go and I would essentially just run behind him until he slowed down enough for me to grab him. He hadn’t been able to run in a while.
Bo was also a great listener. He would just let me talk and talk to him. He didn’t mind at all.
This handsome man was born the day my family moved to Colorado. We didn’t get him, or even meet him, until 6 months later. We went to get a cat when we found him. My Grandpa had just passed and I couldn’t afford a plane ticket because we had just moved and bought a house and I had just started a job and our kids were 1 and 3 at the time. There was just no way financially or logistically that I could make it work. So, my husband decided, since I had always had pets growing up, that we needed an addition to our family.
We were in no position to add to our family but, we had both always had animals and it just seamed right. A cat was what was decided upon because they’re a little bit easier. But there was this 6 month old flailing black lab that just needed someone, anyone to love him. My husband had his eye on a beagle (I swear a cat was really the plan) but we knew it had to be Bo.
He was our Colorado, our life here. They were synonymous with each other. He had such a big presence in our house. I didn’t even realize it until that presence was no longer. I can truly feel him missing. Even though the past few months and especially the past few weeks, he slept most of the day. He still always seemed happy until that last day. He would perk up and, even if he didn’t want to get up, he was present and happy and gave you all he had to give.
Our last day with him was hard. He wouldn’t drink water (and he would drink a gallon at a time if you let him), he wouldn’t move, he needed to be carried because he just refused. He was telling us it was time. I don’t know if we put off making the decision too long. I don’t know how to ever know but it was the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. And I can’t get the vision of him laying there after all was said and done. I didn’t want to leave him. It didn’t feel right. But, I guess it never feels right to lose a family member.
He outlived himself. Most dogs his size (120 lbs at his biggest) live 10 years, 12 if you’re lucky. I got over 13 out my big man. He was a fighter though. Too tough for his own good – nothing phased him. He was the most gentle, patient beast you could ever meet. Too tough, too strong, too smart. But, making people happy and keeping them safe was all he cared about. And running. He needed to be free. Bo was a happy guy. He was my happy guy.
He was as patient as you hear Labs are. The kids were 3 and 1 when we got him. You can imagine, I’m sure, what that means to a dog in the house, especially a big guy. He never minded. Ever. When he was 6, we got him a brother. The most temperamental, sensitive, needy baby of a dog you’ll ever meet. Bo practically drowned the poor guy in slobber when he first came home and then they became good friends. Moose would fight, Bo would calm him down. Moose would play and Bo would let him win. In the past years, as Bo was slowing down, Moose would just trample him laying there and he wouldn’t even flinch. He never seemed to mind. If everyone else was happy – he was happy.
Now we have to try to make sure Moose can handle everything. He looks for him still. He hasn’t been himself in a couple of weeks and it’s only gotten harder. On top of that, my husband will be leaving for a few weeks for work and the kids will be starting school. He doesn’t like change. He doesn’t like people missing. He always goes around the house looking for them and waits at the door when someone comes home waiting for everyone else to get there. Did I mention he was a temperamental, sensitive, needy baby of a dog?
Bo – you will be missed. Thank you for 13 great years – I will never forget them. Colorado will never be the same.