When I wrote a few weeks ago about the long, sad death of my dog, Zoe, I told about the effect it had on my wife and me.
I neglected to mention the other member of the family, a slightly oversized black and white cat named Bo (short for his real name, Bohicket).
The oversight was unforgivable because Bo and Zoe (BoZo, if you’re keeping score) were truly best friends.
They spent many long hours together, keeping each other company while we went off on long weekend trips or week-long vacations. A woman in McClellanville came in twice a day to care for them, but otherwise they had the house to themselves. Talk about bonding.
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They’d often wrestle, a pastime usually begun by a sneak attack by Bo.
We watched and laughed until, as often happens with children, things started to get out of hand – usually a too-aggressive nip by Zoe.
When Zoe’s medical condition slowed her down, Bo seemed to understand. We’d find him asleep beside her more often than usual and he always waited nearby when we tended to her.
Bo always belonged primarily to Elaine, who selected him from among dozens of other cats at the North Myrtle Beach Humane Society shelter. What a great choice he was.
I love Bo, sure, but I’ve always been a dog person.
Cats are so different. They don’t come when you call. They don’t wag their tails and lick your face when they see you. And they have trouble looking you in the eye. What’s that about?
Anyway, since Zoe’s departure, I’ve noticed a rather strange thing: Bo follows me everywhere.
If I’m at my desk, working on the computer, he’ll walk across the keyboard until I open a drawer that he can curl up in.
Watching TV, there he is. Next to me or maybe on the back of the sofa, licking my thinning hair with his sandpaper tongue. On the porch, reading, he’s on the chair next to me.
We’ve even started taking him camping with us. He has to remain in the camper, but I think he’s just happy to be with us – not left at home with no Zoe.
We’ll get another dog one of these days, once we get Zoe out of our heads.
I’m thinking Bo is awaiting that day as much as we are. A guy needs a friend, you know.