Bo had been with me for twelve years.  He was born in Spartanburg, South Carolina and a co-worker gave him to me when he was a year old.  As we lived in South Carolina, one day after one of Bo’s jaunts around backwoods South Carolina, he came home with a new found friend and brother, a little ball of fur which we named Red.  Ever since that day until Bo’s last, we had been inseparable.  Bo lived the life of more than just a dog; he lived the life of a King.  When we moved back home to South Hill, VA, he soon learned to be in my mom’s kitchen by 6:30 AM, where he had a breakfast of bacon & eggs, pancakes & sausage or what ever it was mom was cooking.  He enjoyed his rides in the back of the pick-up as we went to town.  He especially loved his stops at McDonald’s for his double-cheeseburger.  When he wasn’t on his treks through the woods of Southern Virginia you could always find him lounging under the sycamore in the yard by the house.  That was and still is our favorite gathering spot for the family, under that old sycamore.  As we gather there now, I miss hearing that coon hound bark as he would ask for another piece of cheese or another piece of meat we would be grilling.  I will miss lying out under that tree with him and feeling the cool breeze coming across the hill.  I will miss hearing that bark early in the morning on Christmas, waking us to come downstairs not to open presents, but to get the bacon &eggs cookin’.

Bo was more than just a pet. He was something that God gave to me at a time in my life when I needed a buddy like Bo.  He touched all members of the family in a way that could only be described as a gift.  He will never be forgotten.  I am so lucky to have had a dog like Bo, my best friend.

David Boswell