Joe

Our beloved Joe died this morning.

Tom and I didn't grow up with dogs; Joe was our first. And we could not have asked for a better pet. Joe didn't bark or growl, didn't jump up and lick faces or sniff places you didn't want him to sniff, always stayed with us off leash, and went with us everywhere.

His last year was one filled with injuries, so he didn't get to chase frisbees or sticks, go on long hikes in the hills, or jump into the car with us on every trip, like he used to. He was very sick this past week and clearly in pain and distress. We are relieved that he is no longer hurting. 

But we will miss him terribly. We are bereft.