1894 (est.) - January 24, 2009After three years of terrorizing the DuBarry home with his revolting odor, incessant pacing and mysterious stains, Jojo was put to rest this afternoon. He died peacefully in our living room, with the help of our veterinarian friend Nichole (bless her heart). He had become more and more frail over the last few months - his back legs could barely support his little 18 pound body.
Jojo was a simple animal. He was blind and deaf, but he managed to find joy in his remaining three senses. He loved to eat. Perhaps the greatest moment of his life was when he found a piece of pizza under the tree in the park. He loved to sniff. He could spend an entire afternoon sniffing a bush. He loved to rub against things. Especially black clothing and anything with a label that said "dry clean only."
He loved us, and we loved him back. We are sad today.
