Losing My Best Friend

A Tribute

Photo of me and Boo

I wrote this piece two years ago today when my dog passed away.

We got you for my eighth birthday. Days later as I ran down the hallway you gleefully mirrored my motions. That was the first game we ever played. We named you “Boo.” You were too small for the world around you, so when we took you out to the bus stop on those brisk March mornings it was inside of a fuzzy hat. When bus…