I said goodbye to my best friend Bo today. We adopted Bo in June 2009, and from the very first moment he hopped in the car until I held him at the vet's office as the life slipped out of him this morning, he has owned my heart. I don't know if I've lost a husband, a child, a brother, a best friend, a hairy roommate, or a soulmate, but it feels like all of them at once. Bo was not what you'd call well-behaved, but what he lacked in manners he made up for in personality and devotion. At times, I suspected he was able to unhinge his spine in order to reach things waaaaaaaay back on the kitchen counter and snarf them up. Like the holiday treats I'd spent days making for my coworkers and had nestled into cunning little paper boxes before leaving for five minutes to drive the boys to their father's house less than a mile away. While I was gone, Bo devoured everything but the candied orange peel, so the coworkers got a dog-shaming video for their gift that year. H...
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