Mojo
Mojo was the dog I was not supposed to have. I was looking for a female Brussels Griffon. The rescue's picture showed two little faces. They were Brussels wannabes because they were half Yorkie and half Brussels. They were 5 month old litter mates in the photos. I was told they could separate them and I chose against the advice of others to take both of them. I already had two male Chinese Crested Powderpuffs.
Mojo was a joy from the beginning. He was sweet, obedient and easy to be with.
Mojo had surgery on both knees as a young dog and I think those weeks of less activity bonded us very strongly.
He rarely left my side and followed me everywhere. Of all the dogs he lived the longest. His sister died a year before him, followed by the last of the Cresteds. Mo and I spent nearly a year alone together and we were so close. Losing him has broken me.
Mojo was the best of my dogs.
Remembering and honoring you every day, in many different ways
My sweet boy. I miss you so much.
Joyce Briggs donated in honor of Mojo
