Jo Jo

When the family came home in December for Christmas, it was a sad time.  My mom had just pasted away the Thursday prior to Christmas and the day after Christmas my daughter and son-in-law had to have their dog put to sleep.

He was a chihuahua mix.  He was not the snappy type of dog that you expect from that breed.  The first time I saw this little dog was Christmas 2009.  My daughter was in for the holidays and her then boyfriend, later to be husband, was not able to travel to Illinois.  He came for Christmas and brought Jo Jo.  He told us that he did not know how long the little fellow would be around as he was old.  Jo Jo walked around the house like a little old man.  But the day that Nick was going back to Northern Virginia, Jo Jo was full of life.  He jumped around and was excited to be leaving. He was like a young pup.

This year when they came for Christmas, Jo Jo had grown much worse with age.  He paced around the floor trying to get comfortable, but to no avail.

We buried Jo Jo about fifty feet away from the house.  We covered the site with the left over stones used to cover our new house's foundation.  My wife found a pet marker in a catalog that you could personalize.  We went to Seagle's Funeral Home and they gave us the temporary aluminum marker that we pasted a picture of Jo Jo. 

I know my son-in-law misses that little fellow as they were together for fifteen years.  Jo lived a good life and his final resting place is now well marked.