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Sisters...sisters...there were never such devoted sisters...You just sleep, Lizard, I'll watch out for treats and the boys trying to steal the couch... 
I survived Valentine's Day. I noticed today when I ran home to let the dogs out before an assignment that the clover have again taken over the yard. Sure enough, the Bo-Shaped spot came back as well. On the morning of Valentine's Day 2003, BoBo went out in the yard and lay down by the wall under the deck. I sat there with him for a long time, making mental pictures of him there. Little did I know I'd need them...
Now, right in the same spot, is a patch of clover that I SWEAR looks like a greyhound from the neck to about the ribs, deep chest and all. It looks like BoBo left his imprint in clover. People think I'm insane when I mention it, but I don't care. To me, that's BoBo and he's still with us...and any time I need to remember, I can just walk out there and look...until Scott mows the grass, of course.
I hate Valentine's Day. I always have. Why is it that our significant others can only be romantic one day out of the year? why is it, when you are without a significant other, there is a day set aside to make you remember how truly alone you are? No thanks, keep the chocolate and the roses.
I especially despise Valentine's Day now because for me it has ceased to be a day to remember love and happiness and gain 10 lbs and has instead become a yearly reminder that my BoBo is gone. On Valentine's Day 2003 I kissed BoBo on the noggin and sent him to the vet with Scott for his fluids and he never came back. I never got to really say goodbye to him, and that positively haunts me.
I will take time today to kiss the other four hounds and the three kitties on their respective noggins and tell them I love them. But the one noggin I want to kiss...the fur I want to put my face in and smell...the bark I want to hear ringing in my ears and the tags I want to hear jingling as I open the door when I get home from work...none of that is there, not today or anyday. Today is just an extra reminder that he's gone.
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