Bobo split the Earth scene 3/13/07. I found him at 4:30 pm. He spent the morning with his dad & in the car doing guy stuff after breakfast. They came home; Drew had to do a drop off; so after lunch with me, Bobo had a bath and wrestled with his toys. Some 1 & 1/2 hours later, I was walking by the door to the living room I saw a spot of red on the floor. Birds don't sleep on the floor of anything, but that was what it looked like at first glance. How I wish that's how it turned out.
I am so at a loss. For over 8 years now I have barely made a move in my house without some thought of Bobo. You see he was like having a 2 year old who would never get any older but his hearing was most acute.Emotionally he would always behave a 2 year old. He had no concept of "time", the time it takes to scrabble eggs he wanted so bad. Or whatever it was that my feeble human endeavors tried to do to please him at any given time, just not fast enough.
How I lived to hear his sigh of approval,his sweet way of saying "sweet" when he liked what you gave him. Or the yuuummmms as he tore apart whatever it was he was eating, if he liked it.
Just as with Abby; I thought I had so much longer. I didn't see it coming. Thought we had at least another 20 years. Looked forward to how much you'd have to say over the years. Just last week you said as plain as day as I walked in from being outside, "What have you been up to?" I laughed, and told you. Some "things" you said would take me months to figure out. Then one day I'd hear it as clear as a bell! And I'd marvel at how well you said that, or how much that sounded like my own voice recorded. Not always something one wants to hear, themselves being played back.
So much to say about Bobo. Such a personality. I am part of all I have come to know. And I feel you Bobo, I hear you, and I rejoice in your new song of freedom.
Much more to say as "time" goes by....