My missing dog has been located. My uncle just brought me his caller. Joker, the dog who wouldn't even hurt the fleas on his back, was tied and shot in the head.
My husband's dog. A stray. A heart full of gold. In four years he never strayed from his yard. The one time he did and he will never come home again.
Never sleep in our bed. Never fight for a spot on the couch. Never paw the cats for attention, or roll over and expose his bellies for rubs. The poor dog was the sweetest, kindest soul. I need to find a picture of him to show you just how sweet he was.
Joker, I hope you're having fun across the rainbow bridge with Mario, Ko-T, Karma, and all the others we've lost in your time with us.