Another 2 ½ year relationship has ended…I’ve had so many chapters of 2 ½ years.

Mojito Cohen died today in my arms at 12:30 or so this morning.  He wiggled out of the collar and ran under a cab.  It is a sadness that I will always have, but I had Mo for 2 ½ years and I loved him to the end. 

I will believe that he needed to exit.  He was probably ill from the Lyme’s Disease that he had a year or so ago.  His personality changed.  I never knew whether it changed because he turned 2 and lost that puppy step or because he was in pain from Lyme’s.  But in the recent few months he could play with all dogs, but he would get tired quickly.  He started charging certain strange dogs on the streets, yet he sometimes enjoyed the company of other dogs.  He always enjoyed having dogs share our lives.  Bella, most of the time.  Zoey, on occasion.  Patches and
CoCo this past weekend.  Even Jonah a couple of times.  He complained to other dogs that they had his bone, but would not fight for it.  He would just sit next to it and complain.  When he wanted to go out he did everything but get the leash for me.  He would stretch, get my attention in several ways, and he would give that sneeze sound.  But every morning he would jump up onto my bed and stand above my face and lick my forehead.  That was missed this morning and will be missed every day hence.