Banjo’s heart was too big to just love one family. We were his third (and forever) home and everyone who met him, loved him. His sweet nature and amazing will to live touched so many people — me included. And while he is physically gone, his spirit lives on. Yesterday, someone asked me why I did the book Banjo’s Dream. Simple. I wanted to keep an amazing dog alive in others’ hearts.
And the book has.
Last night I got a very, very nice message from a friend’s wife. I had given them a copy of the book the day it had come out for their kids. This is what she wrote (slightly edited to protect their privacy):
Your book is a huge hit at the ___________ house. _________ (21 months) asks about 900 times a day for “JoJo”. Close enough
________ (4) loves it too. He already has it memorized so he loves to “read” it to baby brother.
I broke out in chill bumps. We called Banjo “Jo” and “JoJo.”
His spirit lives on.