Bo

2016 - 2025

In Loving Memory of Bo – Our Handsome, Goofy Giant
🌈 Crossed the Rainbow Bridge on July 8, 2025 at 10:25 p.m.🐾

Bo left this world on July 8th with the people who loved him most by his side, his great heart finally at rest. Though the silence he leaves behind is heavy, we take comfort in knowing he passed the way he lived—peacefully, with love all around him.

A Great Pyrenees in size but an even greater soul, Bo was pure-hearted magic wrapped in a big, silly, fur-covered package. He was our Bo-Bo, our Bebo, our Fro. He was “so handsome, Bo”—a phrase said so often it became a sacred chant in our home, always met with his big, knowing eyes and the way he’d lift his eyebrows as if to say, “Of course I am.”

Bo had a way of making everyone laugh, often when they needed it most. He never gave kisses, but he gave something deeper—quiet loyalty, warm presence, and love in every lean against your leg. He was quirky, ridiculous, and always somehow getting into something. He once locked Jessica and Anna Mae out in a rare Texas snowstorm by jumping on the sliding door and latching it—then went back to the couch with Mia, cozy and unconcerned, as they froze on the patio. Mike had to leave work early to save them. That was Bo: chaotic, hilarious, and entirely unapologetic.

He loved food more than anything—anything. Air, rocks, socks, furniture, new arrivals (especially his little sister Lucy when she came home looking like a Sonic footlong). He slobbered like every object was a juicy steak. His fur still lingers in corners and on clothes, like tiny pieces of him refusing to let go—and we don’t want them to.

Bo was born with a heart big enough for everyone he met. He loved deeply and was loved deeply in return. He is survived by his devoted dog dad Mike, his hooman mom Jessica, his sisters Mia (who never knew life without him), and Lucy (who miraculously survived puppyhood despite being snack-sized). He’s also mourned by his faraway cousin Luna, who will now carry on his legacy of goofy love and his fur grandma, Anna Mae who never turned down watching him while the kids worked late or were out of town.

He joins Patches, Helga, Curious and Molly across the rainbow bridge, where we imagine they’re all galloping freely, flopping in fields, and finally getting to eat everything he never could here.

Bo gave us years of laughter, comfort, and an unshakable sense that we were safe and loved with him near. The house feels emptier now. Quieter. But our hearts are fuller because he was ours. We will never forget the weight of his head resting on our knees, or the way he somehow always made a bad day feel a little better—just by being there.

So handsome, Bo.
So missed.
So loved. Always.