This morning Boris left me. It was a peaceful death. Jon and I had just been with him, then Jon returned to check on him about ten minutes later and Bo was gone. It was his last gift to me. I didn’t have to make that terrible, final decision for him. So many times I have written about his slow decline into Alzheimer’s and the gifts that he gave to me: he was never belligerent or violent, he never wandered, he never lost his kind sense of humor. He did it all with grace.
This is hard on Jon because he was so close to Bo; I think he loved him like a father. Bo was in such wonderful hands — cared for by a gentle, kind man. What would we have done these past 2 1/2 years without him? Jon has made it possible for me to have a life. His wife and children have given me a family, filling our house with life and cheer. They will continue to live with me, but our house will never be the same.
I’ve been preparing for this day for so long, and yet my life is suddenly changed. Bo has been my sole purpose for so many years … this will be difficult.
Thank you to everyone for your kind messages and prayers.