Mojo came into my life when he was just a couple of weeks old. He was a tiny little puppy that fit into the palms of my hands. He was taken from a very bad home where his mother wasn’t really looked after. He had a cut on his back and his little ears were still pinned to his head. His little eyes weren’t even open yet. I took him to the vet and found out the poor guy had worms. Thankfully I caught it soon enough for him to be treated. None of his brothers or sisters made it. In his puppy phase he enjoyed chewing on my shoes, heels were his favorite, I did not find that amusing at the time. As he grew older and I played with him I found out that he loved to play tug of war. Throughout his life I taught him many tricks, like sitting, high fiving, laying down, and rolling over; although he couldn’t quite get the roll over one just right. He was a great big ball of energy and loved to go running with me. He also enjoyed exploring all sorts of new areas with me. We went on several road trips together, he did very well in the car. He enjoyed cuddling and would climb up into my lap whenever I would sit in my favorite rocking chair. He helped me so much during periods of depression. He was my absolute best friend and I loved him so much. He was so sweet and kind, all of my friends that met him enjoyed his silly and loving energy. He will be greatly missed.