Bobo was a dog that rarely touched someone's life the way he did. I remember the day we got him. I was between the ages of 3-5. Mom was working, my brothers were in their bedrooms, and dad was outfront watering the lawn. I, of course, was outside with dad when BoBo came into our lives. Our neighbor, Freddy, was taking him trash out when he came across a tiny King Charles Spaniel puppy. He pulled it out of the garbage, and asked my dad if we wanted him. Dad took BoBo from Freddy and handed him to me. "Go sit on the porch with him until i'm finished watering", dad said. I happily took the small, stenchy, filthy puppy to the porch and talked to him, played with him, and held him. When dad was finished, we brough him in the house and I excitedly ran into my brother's room repoting to them that we have a new dog. When I guided my brothers to the kitchen, we laughed at how BoBo ate cat food. Dad phoned mom at work and told her about the puppy we just got. Mom wasn't thrilled at all. "Oh great", she huffed. Dad and I went to the local drug-store and purchased some dog shampoo, some dog food, a food-bowl, etc. Dad managed to bathe him (I helped!) and feed him before mom came home from work to see our new dog. BoBo waited at the furthest end of the hallway. Mom walked in and said "So where's that dog?" Mom turned her head and saw a fluffy, big-eyed, white with chestnut colored spotted puppy wagging his tail and barking at her. Mom knealed down and snapped her finger and down the hall he ran to greet her. We all smiled at how quick my mom got attached to him. "What's his name?" Mom asked. "That's up to you," Dad said. Mom thought hard at a perfect name for a perfect dog. "I think we'll call him BoBo." And BoBo it was. Mom made a bed out of her robe for BoBo to sleep on. And that's where he slept for the rest of his life...with mom. BoBo was there when I started Kindergarten, he was there when I finished Kindergarten, he was there when my parents divorced, he was there when my grandmother died, he was there when I started Middle School, he was there when me moved to another state, and he was only 3 months of when I was supposed to graduate middle school. 3 afternoon's ago on St. Patrick's day, I came home from Lake Mead. BoBo greeted me at the door like he always did everytime I came home from somewhere. He never missed a day. He was much more playful and excited than usual; considering that he had back problems, kidney problems, etc from old age. I found that strange and the thought of BoBo dying crossed my mind when I was playing with BoBo when I came home from the lake. Tears welled up as I thought that thought. I could image how heartbroken I would be if he died. Later that night, at about 8:00-9:00, BoBo came in my room when I was on the computer. He walked over to me. I hunched over and he gave me a big kiss. That dreadful thought came into my head again. He looked at me and I stared into his eyes. The same eyes that stared into mine when I was a little girl. The same eyes that stared into mine the first time I saw him. This upset me. I patted his head and he left my room. That was the last time I ever saw him. I over-slept the next day. I slept until noon. I was awakened in the morning by my father's voice and my brother's voice but I would just roll over and fall back asleep. I heard my dad's car drive off and that's when I woke up. I noticed that my brother Michael had his bedroom door open. His bedroom is right next to mine. My brother Jason was still asleep on the couch downstairs, mom was at work, and so was her fiancee. I tip-toed down the stairs careful not to wake my brother up. Half-way down the stairs, Michael called me from his room. "What?!" I yelled. I figured since it was noon, he was trying to lure me into making him lunch. I knew something was wrong. "Come here." He said. I groaned and went to his room. "What do you want?" I asked. "Sit down", he said. He patted the empty spot on his bed next to him. I knew something was wrong. So I sat down. "What is it?" I asked. He looked at me and put his hand on my leg. "Bobo died this morning." The wind literally got knocked out of me. I couldn't breath. I practically screamed. "No! Not BoBo!!!" I went around the house kicked things and screamed. He was there for everything. We got him when I was really little and he died when I was 14. That isn't long enough. This isn't fair. Mom became really attached to him. I didn't know what mom would do when she got home. When mom came home from work, her make-up was smeared, her eyes were red, and you can tell she was really hurting. I had stopped crying for a while, but when mom came toward me and cryed onto my shoulder, I almost died. This is so unreal. We went to the lake again to get away last night. When we came home and walked into the dark house, all was quiet. No BoBo. No barking. No howling. I couldn't take it. I just cried. I turned on the t.v and Pet Cemetary was on. I couldn't watch it. My dog BoBo was buried this afternoon. My brother works at the Animal Foundation Of Las Vegas. They buried him today. Everything's empty now. Even when I was a little girl with pigtails I never thought that that day would come. It came. Last night I looked through pictures. I found a picture of BoBo I took during Christmas when BoBo sat under the tree with all of the presents with a red bow on his head. I found a couple pictures of him that were really hard to look at. Like one particular picture of where he sat in the picture. It was the same spot he died at in my room. I just glimpsed at that spot right now and I could see him posing for that picture. He was looking at me. His collar was hanging up by the refridgerater last night. I remember how it sounded when BoBo would walk and run and his collar would jingle. BoBo was miserable if he couldn't hear his collar jingling. His bed is the garage. That night, I went into the garage and buried my head in his bed. It smelled like him. It smelled like the shampoo I used when I gave him a bath last week. I gave him his first bath and his last bath. "Why did you have to die?!" I screamed. I made his bed wet with my tears. BoBo touched this family's life in a way that will never be forgotten. Even though BoBo's death leaves a huge hole in our hearts, he also left a huge spot in our hearts. We miss you, BoBo. We'll see you when we get there.