Today is our sixteenth anniversary and we’re broken. Just before sunset on Monday, Mojo collapsed in a seizure on 69th and Columbus. Kiana and Tannar were walking him to our apartment and we were coming home from JFK. In the taxi on the phone with them, Mojo stopped breathing.
Ok I just read this in entirety (did this all post to FB?) seriously I am crying AGAIN because of all of this. This little dog that could hold your hearts and souls when no one, not even your mom could. When a mother can’t be the person you need, she is always grateful for the people in the community or as in your case sweet Mojo. He always knew how to force levity and love. I will always miss him.
Wow is all that I can say after reading something so beautiful. Mojo certainly lived well and brought a lot of joy to you and Brock, as well as bringing you closer together.
Ok I just read this in entirety (did this all post to FB?) seriously I am crying AGAIN because of all of this. This little dog that could hold your hearts and souls when no one, not even your mom could. When a mother can’t be the person you need, she is always grateful for the people in the community or as in your case sweet Mojo. He always knew how to force levity and love. I will always miss him.
Wow is all that I can say after reading something so beautiful. Mojo certainly lived well and brought a lot of joy to you and Brock, as well as bringing you closer together.