Bo Mitcham

Bo was the sweetest ornery old man. He was my baby. He was fiercely independent and only wanted affection on his terms and could be spiteful if he chose to be. When he first came to me he refused to eat unless you watched him and he would bark until you did. He was so funny and protective, but would only protect me from behind. He was truly my best friend for so long and will be missed. When I was pregnant, he would either lay on my stomach or right beside me. I think he would have been great with the baby as he got older. He was my little Bo baby.