Bo Hunter Night

When I was little, I got a puppy as a Christmas present, a German Shepherd. I was kind of disappointed because I told my parents a wanted a girl and they picked out a boy, but in the end I could not have asked for a better best friend. I named my puppy Bo. My dad gave me a list of names I could choose from and I decided on Bo Hunter Night.

Bo was my protector, my best friend, and my sleeping buddy for eight years.  Bo would walk around the yard and woods with me, sometimes he would run off in the woods and I would yell for him to come back, he loved to explore. If I was having a rough day I would find Bo and go over and lay next to him. If I felt like crying I would lay my head on his back and cry into his fur, he would always turn around and lick my face. Bo could always cheer me up. I would let Bo come up to my room at night and let him sleep in my bed, sometimes he would take up too much room and I would tell him to lay on the floor. When Bo slept in my room, I felt like nothing could happen to me, I knew he would protect if monsters came out of the closet or if a burglar came through the window.

Bo loved to chase snowmobiles, four-wheelers, and go-carts.  When I was small enough to ride the Mini-Z, Bo would grab it by the skis and jerk the snowmobile up, many times he almost flipped me off of it. Bo would always chase my dad’s four-wheeler. He would run up and down the yard forever, he would bite at the tires, all he wanted to do was play. Bo would also chase our go-cart, which was not as fast as the four-wheeler so Bo had a better chance trying to catch it. He was constantly running in front of it and biting at the wheels, he had so much fun chasing us around the yard no matter what we were riding.

My favorite holiday is the 4^th of July, and it was also Bo’s. Unlike most dogs, Bo loved fireworks. He would not bark at them but run toward them, he was fascinated by the colors and loud booms. Bo often tried to eat fire crackers. Bo was pretty fast at chasing them, most of the time he could have a fire cracker in his mouth before it would even go off, and this was scary because we did not want one to pop in his mouth.

Bo was not doing good one day, so I decided to sleep down stairs with him because he had trouble walking up stairs to my room. Throughout the night he was breathing heavy and making noises, I would tell him to be quiet and stop it because I wanted some sleep. The next morning, Bo was still breathing heavy and he was lying on the couch, he would not even get up to go to the bathroom. Before I left for school, I walked over to my baby and told him that I loved him and kissed him on the head. When I got home from school I went to my grandparents, when my mom got home from work she came to get me. My mom sat next to me on the couch and told me that she took Bo to the vet and she had to put him down. The vet said there was a tumor inside of Bo’s stomach that exploded, which was blocking his oxygen. Losing my best friend was one of the hardest things I have ever had to go through, I love Bo with all of my heart, and I am so glad that I was able to tell him I love him and give my baby one last kiss before he passed away.