Boo Boo Bear 8/15/08 – 11/18/17
Boo Boo was a rescue pup, originally named “Chubbs.” A few days after we adopted him he got sick, spent a week with the vet, and nearly died of parvo. He rallied, though. After all, there were walks to be had, wild animals to be chased, love to be shared, food to be eaten, and grandkids to be raised. He loved his humans more than anything in the world (though food was a close second).
Boo had many nicknames over the years – Boo Boo Bear, Boozen, and Boozenberry, to name a few. He was intelligent, animated, athletic, and had a heart of gold. He filled our lives with humor, sweetness, and friendship.
Boo had energy to burn, and kept everyone busy and on their toes. He was a ham, but incredibly perceptive. He was acutely attuned to our habits – times of day, clothing for different activities, personal items – it all meant something to him. And our words…he knew so many words. We had to take care not to say things like “squirrel,” “fox,” or “bunny,” or family members’ names (if they weren’t just about to visit) in order to keep him from bouncing off the walls with excitement.
Boo enjoyed being pampered. Well, he never knew he was pampered, he was just incredibly well-cared for and living the good life. Mom made him homemade dog treats called “Boo biscuits,” dad made him Sunday eggs, and he never missed a stray piece of popcorn. He loved his Nyla bone. He knew the best spot for grazing was under the highchairs of grandkids. He tolerated baths, and would tear around the house afterward like a maniac, grinning and showing off. He was very handsome, and had a great “paint job,” as dad liked to say. He loved walks, napping in his sunny front yard, and romping through the snow with the kids.
Boo died of nasal cancer, too young, at 9 years old. It was heartbreaking to say goodbye to such a sweet soul, but he was ready to return that boundless energy to the universe. He retained his absolute love of life to the very end – eager to take car rides to explore new trails, chase a bunny out of the yard, visit with family who came to give him last snuggles, and gobble up the wonderful snacks everyone was suddenly bestowing.
With the taste of cinnamon roll on his tongue, Boo settled down for his final nap, eyes filled with gratitude for a wonderful life. He absorbed the loving touches and voices of his family as they helped him make this last earthly journey.
After surviving parvo, it seemed Boo recognized how precious life was and was determined to live his whole-heartedly, and at full-throttle. He brought us so much joy during his 9 years, and we love and miss him dearly.
All done, Boo…all done. Good boy.