Joe Beartooth and I grew up together. We’ve been through hell and back, wreaking havoc to others along the way. After a good fourteen-year journey with me by his side, Old Joe decided to make the inevitable journey alone to wherever we creatures go when our time on earth is up. In his last days, Joe was so full of joy because I came home from college for winter break and my family said they had never seen him so excited and full of life like that in a long time. As soon as I opened the front door, I saw once again a pup so fiercely full of love and life, I almost forgot that he was stiff and full of cancer...

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