Bo-Bo Knows We've Lost Bo

Mike and I lost Bo this morning. Not all at once, of course. It's been a long and brutal farewell. But it's finally official. Bo's gone, gone, gone.

As of this morning's post Thanksgiving weigh-in, my husband and I have lost the equivalent of the heft of our sometimes sulky greyhound, Bo. Today Mike and I officially passed the 75-pound mark. Next stop? 100. Then 125 after that.

Any of our skinny friends out there weigh a buck and a quarter? I find it oddly inspiring to think of the weight left to be lost as a person person instead of a disembodied number.