MOJO ~ Tribute

Skiffin16 said:

MOJO Avatar ~ Awesome Good Looking Guy
I can completely understand.....

I think the feelings we had with Ebony passing was about as intense as first discovering I had throat cancer....

It was a slug in the gut..., couldn't eat, hated to go home to an empty house, nothing was the same.

Eventually little by litte you get through..., not sure if you ever get over it. Everytime you have something like this happen, it takes a little piece of your heart.

You are right, Ebony like Mojo was special...she had attitude. She was on Ebony time...LOL. She wasn't doing anything she didn't want to do. You might make her do something, but she would grumble about it while walking away...she let you know she wasn't happy.

If I torked her off about something, she'd go to another room....it was me that had to eventually go suck up to her for forgiveness, LOL....

She hated a leash... when we went for walks or jaunts in the woods. I'd take her leash off, she would trot a head a little, never out of sight of me. She'd stop and wait for me to catch up, then trot a head a little further.

We did eventually get two choclate lab sisters, Kali and Jasmine (Jazzy).

They are crazy in their own personalities... I see a lot of Ebby within Kali. Shelley and I always comment about Kali being on Island Time.... Kali is not in a hurry to do anything.

No matter how much you try to rush her, she is going to take her own time. And attitude, she has got an attitude twice her size.

I totally understand and can feel for your pain..., unfortuantely it's another one of those things that just takes time to lessen the pain.

With you,
John

Thank you for your Tribute
It is very special. I still dream about my favorite cat, Fido, otherwise known as Baby Fido, Great Furry wonder ruler of all. She was a tiny mean Siamese that my mother and I loved. She was only nice to me, and pretty much rotten to everyone else, except for people with cat phobias, whom she stalked incessantly, trying to get on their laps.
I dream about her sometimes, and in those dream she can talk, sounding exactly like Joan Rivers.
Hugs to you!
Stacey (and Fido)

Dan that poem made be smile
and cry at the same time....love the idea of a doggie door in heaven.

Stace, I had a Siamese cat named David, who really took a piece of me too when he passed at 16...and I'm not a cat person per se, but that cat had wormed his way into my heart big time.

Ingrid...I know you are a dog lover also...I felt your hugs last night.

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ditto1 said:

May I expand on Toby.
Now that we are sharing about our pets, may I share a little bit more about Toby. Toby had something all pets have but his was just special it was a giving heart, yes he could not wait to love and be loved. Diane found him on a shelter website and although we had just built a home where you could not have fences and although I have never shared this before I use crutches and wheelchair from polio so I had no idea what we would do with a dog. But I love dogs and I guess God knew Toby would work for us. To keep a long story short, after Toby arrived and got used to me on my crutches we took him out, at first off he went in to a vacant lot next door, but I called him back, and for the next 4 years we had Toby he never left the yard we could let him out and he never strayed. When he was able to travel with us he would stay right by me when rolling around in my wheelchair. So thats why I say Toby was God sent. It was not perfect, he gave our Kirby Shampooer a run for its money but he was worth it. I cried more for Toby than any other pet I have owned he was just that precious. We had him cremated and he sits in my book shelf next to Dianes Emily Kitty. Sadly we will likely not have another dog due to the fence issue but maybe Toby was just a gift for a period of our lives and I can just enjoy his memories. Thanks for let me offer a Tribute to one of my dearest buddies.

Yes....these are the kind of tributes I love to hear.....
Everybody has their once in the lifetime pet...you get a oncer cat, a oncer dog, a oncer horse...the ones where people say how did you get him/her to do that!

I've looked at all my pups over the years as siblings, even tho most never knew one another...some there was an over lap in their lives...but they all had their special things to offer me. Tosha was my sister, back in the 70's she was allowed to come into the bars and drink beer and eat peanuts...I never went anywhere without her. Nook was my genius, could problem solve anything, and I could take her to a skid row bar, or to the governor's mansion, and she would have figured out how to blend in. Ike was my lover boy...never had a dog so devoted to JUST me...he really didn't like many other people, but he loved other furry critters and he loved his mama. RubyAnne (Rottie/Pitbull)...the happy girl...never had a bad day...happy morning till night. Molly (Westie) I inherited from my mom, was a shadow to me everywhere....in the house and outside. A delightful, brave, and devoted little terrier....and then MoJo...as I said I never quite got a handle on the "who" of him even after many years. He was very obedient, but there was alwaya something in him that could not be touched by a human being. He didn't like being petted or even having someone in his space (he tolerate it, but that was all)...yet, he padded that huge body wherever I went and was always within 3 feet of me. He'd defend his dad (which he proved during a playful guy time wrestling match...never seen this dog so upset...and he had the bulk to push his way around...he was not fat, he was 130 lbs of muscle and bone....yet, never in his life did he ever think of biting anyone...he made up to strangers in 5 minutes. He was a myriad of contradictions.

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