Mojo was born on 01-03-05. My mom paid for a litter of puppies for Christmas. One was for my sister, one for her and one for me. I think it was a way to make sure we would all get together since I was graduating in a few months. haha
Turns out we received a call the day we picked up the two male dogs that no others in the litter survived but that another puppy from another litter by the dad was available for my sister. This should have been a red flag. We met the lady(not at her house where she breeds-another red flag) and was told that the paperwork on them as well as our receipt would be mailed(and yet another red flag). Well those things never came and we could never locate her again. She changed her business name and website went down. We feel in love with the dogs and just moved on. Until our dogs started taking a downhill...
I feel in love with Mojo. I trained him to pee only outside and he LOVED to play ball! He would jump on/off everything. He was so happy. In my second year of collage when Mojo was almost two I returned home from a beach vacation with Chris only to find him walking into walls at my moms house.After taking him to the vet it turned out he had acute cataracts making him go blind quickly. Since he was my baby and so young I drove him down to UGA to have a very expensive surgery to help save his sight. Mojo was the very small percentage that they surgery could not fix. It was completely heartbreaking to me since I did everything with him. But I was determined to be a good mommy and help him through this. And for many years that's what I did. Helping him get used to his environment. But after aging and too many moves, he lacked motivation to learn knew places. With time he also developed extreme environment and skin allergies. Paid for expensive testing to find out basically he was allergic to everything including types of grass, cats..you name it. I could only find one expensive type of food to put him on that he was not allergic too. That seemed to make things better but again with age he needed medicine and then the medicine would not work and a few weeks ago they told me to put him on constant steroids.They also noted needed x-rays to see what was wrong with his hip. Since Noah has been born I cant hold him which is the ONLY thing that brought him pleasure anymore. I knew with this new baby even the small amount of time I could hold him would wither away. He no longer would go off the deck to go the restroom and I had to keep him locked up when inside b/c he no longer wants to learn how to get around and will just mark everything to know where things are. Chris and I have been feeling really down about it for a while now. Looking at Mojo with his red/glazed eyes, unwilling to want to do much, itching and bleeding all the time, we had to come to a decision. It truly was the most difficult thing I have had to do. I love this dog so much and I hated the life he was having to live. He was never the vibrant dog I once had and just seemed to not enjoy life anymore. It is beyond difficult for me b/c he was not already dying but he had no life as a dog and no motivation to want to improve.
So this past Saturday we said no to more medicines and said goodbye to him. It is still killing me we had to make that decision. I wish things were different. I wish puppy mills(or bad breeders) did not operate. But they do and we were the recipient of it. I know that I did what I could for 10 years and I gave him a good life. I really do pray that I can see him run to me again and chase after a ball when I go to the other side.
He was buried with his favorite stuffed dog and his squeaky soccer balls- the only two things he loved after going blind. I think its because he could hear the ball squeak with every little bounce and I dont know what it was about that dog but he loved it.We buried him under a beauitful oak in my mom's back yard since that is where he spent the most of the time he could see. His worst years were at our new home so I knew this was not the place. I miss him and I will continue to miss him. Noah told him bye that morning, he loved him and that he is going home. He still included him in his prayers. RIP.
