Dear readers of the blog and lovers of Boh,
I have some very sad news. Yesterday we said goodbye to Boh. I know it was the right decision, both because of his prognosis and because he stopped eating and mostly stopped drinking over the weekend, but I don’t think that made the choice any easier. I am grateful that I got 10.5 years of his companionship, silliness, bed-hogging, and belly-rub requests. And I’m so grateful to him for getting me through a decade of transition in my life.
I adopted Boh after moving to New Mexico, into my first solo apartment. He crossed the country with me for graduate school, and even accompanied me on several research road trips. I joke that he too, got his PhD, and also that he was very clearly always destined to be my dog because he loved to lick library books. (Don’t worry; when I figured that out, I stopped stacking the library books in places he could reach.)
He came with me on my move south, to my first full-time teaching job as a visiting assistant professor. He kept me company while I graded papers, reminded me when we both needed walks, and listened to me prepare for more job interviews. And when I got my current job, he was so happy to return to the mountain West with me in the summer of 2016. We started running together again like we had when he was a much younger dog in New Mexico, on a path not unlike that first trail along the Rio Grande and through the Bosque.
A friend said to me last night that Boh was a hard dog to get to know, but that the effort was worth it. Once he trusted you, he was always happy to see you, and he remembered old friends even after years without seeing them.
He loved Chefboyfriend immediately, and welcomed him into our lives and our home. Boh even waited with an eye on the door for him to come home from work for belly rubs and evening walks around the neighborhood. I am grateful that Boh was here to see me happy in this way, and after yesterday, I can’t imagine navigating this goodbye all by myself.
You all have been part of our journey, too. I started this blog in the fall of 2007, just a handful of months after adopting Boh. The very first post has a picture of Boh on the day I brought him home from the shelter. (It’s the first picture below.) You watched him grow as you read along with my attempts at various knitting and spinning projects, and you offered him pats and scratches in your comments over the years. Thank you for being part of his life, and part of mine. Here are the pictures I shared on Facebook in celebration and remembrance. As always, thanks for being here.