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Bo’s Conch Shell

Before Bo got sick, he was a wild, crazy, silly boy. I want to start writing about some of the fun, happy memories we’ve had with Bo.

Quite a while ago, I told Admin about Bo’s conch shell and I promised to post pictures. Well, I’m finally getting around to it. Here’s the story:

Bo and I had just moved into our townhouse and we wanted to clear out the small backyard, so we could do more outdoor living. It was full of weeds, vines, brush, and trash. It was awful. We concluded that our townhouse must have been built on a landfill, at least that’s how it felt. It took us a few days, but we cleared out the yard. We found some very interesting items during our cleaning, one of which was a conch shell that Bo found. He started tossing it around and playing with it immediately. He would run around with it in his mouth, bark at it, dig around it, he was enthralled with this thing! We kept the conch shell because it was so entertaining to watch Bo play with it.

This conch shell stayed around and we never really thought much of it. It was Bo’s favorite “toy”. He would always try to sneak the dirty thing in the house, but it was definitely an outside toy. Bo chewed on the shell, played with it, and carried it around for years. It never chipped and amazingly never got lost. It would go missing for a while, but would always turn up again in the yard somewhere.

When we moved the conch shell came with us. It continued to be Bo’s favorite play toy. When Bo got sick, the outdoor, never allowed inside the house, conch shell magically found it’s way into the house. It became a sort of talisman for Bo’s health. We’d lay it next to him when he was sleeping. When he was recovering from surgery and staying in the guest bathroom most of the time to recover, the shell was there. Even when food was of much interest, Bo would still perk up when he saw or heard (it has a very distinct sound when it hits the floor) the shell.

We brought the shell out on the porch with Bo the day we set him free. Now, the shell has a spot on our mantle and I think about Bo every time I see it. What was discarded trash in the backyard became a priceless keepsake to us.

I miss Bo every day and I hope that he’s found some new treasures at the Bridge.

11 Comments »

  1. samson007 Said,

    January 11, 2012@ 7:33 pm      Reply

    What a great story! Thanks for sharing

  2. riosmom Said,

    January 11, 2012@ 8:55 pm      Reply

    Awww. What a sweet story!!!

  3. Leslie Said,

    January 11, 2012@ 9:02 pm      Reply

    Wow, that IS a great story. It could be a tear jerker if you let it. But I’m choosing to smile. What a great way to remember Bo! That shell is a treasure for sure.

  4. etgayle Said,

    January 11, 2012@ 9:25 pm      Reply

    how special is that!!! thanks for sharing bo’s story, it’s so sweet. you guys definitely have a forever keepsake on your mantle.

    charon & spirit gayle

  5. Dakota Dawg Said,

    January 11, 2012@ 10:16 pm      Reply

    Meghan, thanks so much for sharing that part of Bo with us. He was very special, and we all know it, but little things like this paint a fuller picture of him. I want to know more!

    Shari

  6. AbbysMom Said,

    January 12, 2012@ 11:20 am      Reply

    It is amazing how a bit of “trash” can become such a treasure. What a beautiful remembrance of Bo.

    The story brings tears to my eyes. It reminds me of Abby. We have a bowl of shells on a low table in our living room. They are mostly just a bag of store-bought white shells, but there are a few that we picked up at Fiesta Island. Every night, when Abby would be cruising the living room, looking for whichever toy scattered about that she wanted to play with, she would swing by that bowl of shells and stand and sniff it. It was the perfect height for her nose to rest on the edge of the bowl. We would always ask her, “You smell the beach?” Maybe Bo could smell the beach in his shell. 🙂

    Hugs,
    Jackie

  7. Lee (Bo's Dad) Said,

    January 12, 2012@ 4:15 pm      Reply

    I’ll never forget watching that crazy dog tossing his shell up in the air with his snout, barking and growling at it…And just when you thought he had lost it, there it was again! Great story babe – I miss him too, but am so glad we have these items and memories to hold onto! 🙂

  8. kviz Said,

    January 12, 2012@ 6:20 pm      Reply

    Best story!!
    Thanks for telling!!!

  9. chilidawg Said,

    January 12, 2012@ 6:24 pm      Reply

    Awww, what a sweet story about Bo! I look forward to hearing more about him 🙂

    Jenna & Spirit Chili Dawg

  10. doggiemomma9 Said,

    January 15, 2012@ 4:11 pm      Reply

    That is a great story. I know you will treasure that conch shell forever!

    Nancy & Butchey

  11. jerry Said,

    January 21, 2012@ 9:19 am      Reply

    You did a beautiful job sharing this story! Love it.

    I love the way the shell symbolizes your journey from the earliest days of when you moved into the landfill, to making a beautiful home together.

    Maybe there was something in the shell that Bo heard, some kind of magical juju that made him hoppy just by batting it around? Whatever it was, that shell is priceless now. What a treasure.


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