In Memoriam
Yoshi, the Shiba
~2004 - June 24, 2015
~2004 - June 24, 2015
I'm Yoshi. I was Joy's BFF. In fact, Joy was the only dog I ever willingly enjoyed playing with. I considered myself her personal bodyguard.
A bit about me--I lived life as an ageless Shiba Inu. You could never guess my age because I was always full of spunk (until my last year when I got the blues from missing Joy). I was as smart and clever as they came. I looked like a fox and acted like a cat, but I was 100% dog. My dog-mom rescued me in 2006 and I was so glad she freed me from a life of what could have been abusive.
I loved to hunt. My dog-mom was grossed out when I caught a bird in flight and killed it. Then there was the time I ran away and came home smelling like skunk. To this day she doesn't know the goodness I got into! In addition to hunting, I loved to lounge. In fact, I insisted on it so much that my dog-mom bought me my own very special couch. It was fitted for me perfectly. Joy would try to sneak onto my couch from time to time, but realized she was too big!
I also loved doggie day care. Joy and I would get to be with a bunch of other dogs for hours. Joy loved it because she liked being the center of attention. I didn't like all of the noise, but I made it my duty to protect Joy and be her personal body guard.
I was with Joy until the very end of her life. On the day we put Joy down, I was in the room with her and I knew when her spirit left her body because I started scratching at the door as if I wanted to leave the room with her. Joy was my best dog friend. We had great times together.
After Joy died I became very lonely and confused. I would look for her at home and never found her. One day while my dog-mom walked me my legs gave out and I just stopped. I was tired. She didn't know what to do so we just sat on the sidewalk for a while. We made it home, but things were never the same. My health began to decline and I slowly lost the use of my back legs. We decided it was time for me to cross the rainbow bridge and be with Joy after realizing that I couldn't poop or walk without major assistance.
You see the perpetual smile that lives on my face? It's a reminder that I lived a great life. See you next time around!
A bit about me--I lived life as an ageless Shiba Inu. You could never guess my age because I was always full of spunk (until my last year when I got the blues from missing Joy). I was as smart and clever as they came. I looked like a fox and acted like a cat, but I was 100% dog. My dog-mom rescued me in 2006 and I was so glad she freed me from a life of what could have been abusive.
I loved to hunt. My dog-mom was grossed out when I caught a bird in flight and killed it. Then there was the time I ran away and came home smelling like skunk. To this day she doesn't know the goodness I got into! In addition to hunting, I loved to lounge. In fact, I insisted on it so much that my dog-mom bought me my own very special couch. It was fitted for me perfectly. Joy would try to sneak onto my couch from time to time, but realized she was too big!
I also loved doggie day care. Joy and I would get to be with a bunch of other dogs for hours. Joy loved it because she liked being the center of attention. I didn't like all of the noise, but I made it my duty to protect Joy and be her personal body guard.
I was with Joy until the very end of her life. On the day we put Joy down, I was in the room with her and I knew when her spirit left her body because I started scratching at the door as if I wanted to leave the room with her. Joy was my best dog friend. We had great times together.
After Joy died I became very lonely and confused. I would look for her at home and never found her. One day while my dog-mom walked me my legs gave out and I just stopped. I was tired. She didn't know what to do so we just sat on the sidewalk for a while. We made it home, but things were never the same. My health began to decline and I slowly lost the use of my back legs. We decided it was time for me to cross the rainbow bridge and be with Joy after realizing that I couldn't poop or walk without major assistance.
You see the perpetual smile that lives on my face? It's a reminder that I lived a great life. See you next time around!