Dear Mojo, Our story definitely starts on a sour note, but every detail is worth telling. When I was nine I had pestered our mom for months to get me a puppy until the day finally came where she caved in. The whole family piled into the car and drove to the place where we would meet you for the first time. When we arrived at your temporary home I was confused. I didn't see dozens of cute puppies behind glass, instead I saw tons of old dogs in cages. I was disappointed to say the least "Mom what is this!?" I said. "There are no puppies here and you promised me a puppy!". Our mom then explained to me that we were in an animal shelter, a place where dogs of all ages came to when they don't have a home. I still wasn't interested since i saw no fluffy puppies running around but she convinced me to look around with her. we walked for a while until we got to your cage. You were a short and chubby boston terrier. I hate to say it mojo.. but I was not satisfied when I first saw you. "Mom that dog is too fat!!!" I whined and whined until mom got someone to get you out of your cage so we could play with you. well, you were
It wasn't long before you grew on me. You had a personality like no other. From your extreme loyalty to dad to your love for food of any kind you were always bringing laughter. You completely made our family whole. you absolutely adored car rides and insisted on jumping in the car any time you saw an open door. You looked totally adorable in the little outfits mom would put you in but you really had a knack for taking them off within 3 minutes or less. your weird licking never stopped either. whether it was my face or my feet you found complete bliss in licking them. you were never a bad dog and you never ran away. truly, the only bad thing you ever did was incessantly bark at the door (i guess you didn't know how loud or long you were barking for because to be frank you couldn't hear it) which is something I absolutely hated at the time, but now I miss it more than anything. The house is way too quiet without you. I miss your huge soft ears and your hilarious sneeze. I miss the sounds of your little black and white nails clicking across the floor.I miss your cute little underbite, which by the way also made for some razor sharp teeth that bit me once or twice when I got too close to your food. One thing I don't miss is the happiness you brought our family because that happiness is still here and it will never fade. We will never ever forget about you, Mojo.
You were considered the lucky one, lucky to have found a home when statistically the 9 other dogs in your situation didn't. But at the end of the day I really am the lucky one to have felt your love and to have been able to love you right back.Thank You Mojo for being the Best old, deaf, fat dog and best friend that I could have ever asked for.
much love, your sister sage
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