My goodness! What in the world happened to the past almost two years? How can I ever catch up with all the things I wanted to say? I forgot I even set this blog up. Time gets away from me. A new position at work, watching new projects unfold at home,losing a dear friend to brain cancer, trips to the mountains...the past two years have flown.
I stumbled across this picture of old Bo, our blue heeler cattle dog. He was my husband's faithful friend for 18 years. Came here on a semi truck from Big Spring, Texas. I took this picture of Bo and Jeff just a week before his death. There is something very profound to me about the way they are looking into each others eyes. There is trust there, there is love there. There are many, many miles of riding in the back of the truck with his head hanging over the side. Many nights of protecting our home, patroling the pastures and the woods around the house. Many hours of lazy sleep around the barn during the day. He was such a good sport a couple of years ago at Christmas when we took pictures of him with reindeer antlers on. I almost got him to smile!
I've heard my husband say the old quote many times, "Lord, help me be the man my dog thinks I am." Bo has been gone almost a year now and we miss him every day. We sometimes think we see him coming around the corner of the barn. Sometimes we whistle for him and when the other three dogs arrive, we realize Bo is no longer with us. The day he died, we both cried so much we couldn't even make it to church. Our little Barney dog laid in my lap and I literally had to take tissues and wipe his tears away. I never realized a dog could cry from a broken heart. He had lost his big, loveable, protective friend. Jeff buried him where the woods and pasture meet and we sat on the tailgate of the truck and talked about him all afternoon. We miss you Bo.
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