Our Bozo found peace after a short but brave fight against heart failure. We are grateful that his transition was had in the comfort of our home, wrapped in his favorite blanket, at the foot of the bed where he slept most nights, with Michael and I laying a thousand kisses on his cheek.
Bozo’s life was unfairly short, but his personality saw no bounds. Our lives are changed for the better to have loved him. He was meant to be loved hard and fast, and though we are lost and devastated by his missing presence, we are so lucky to have been chosen for the task.
We’ll remember him through his softness, his resilience, his unyielding curiosity, his desire to be cradle held like a baby, the way he knew when we needed a hug… his deep love for open-window time on warm days, his voracity for food, his unexplainable fear of stringed instruments, his little “turkey chirps”, the way he would initiate intense games of hide-and-seek, and, above all, how purely he loved us.
The list goes on… It feels like there is no proper way to eulogize all that he was to us and the impact he had on our lives – but in the simplest form: he was our best friend.
If you knew Bozo, you loved him. If you didn’t, just know that he would have greeted you at the door with a nose-boop and a “brrp?”, excited to make a new friend.
We love you, Bozo Bingo.
