Tuesday, February 26, 2019
My son found Joe wandering around his place of work. Joe was a little-ish black dog. He was so happy to have a home.
We had trouble keeping him at home. He had been on his own for a long time it seemed. But he always came back.
Joe liked to run. I was driving home from work one day and saw him trotting along a major street. He was not easy to catch but he finally got in the car. Home we went.
Joe protected the house and our family. He was very loyal.
There was a fire. The other half of our duplex was empty. Some neighborhood boys set it on fire. They set two more fires at the same time each about half a mile away.
I was at a friend's house. My children called and I went that way immediately.
They were in the house when it began to burn. The front door was hot so they went to the back door to get out.
There was a lot of noise. Apparently Joe was frightened so he ran for safety. That was upstairs in my son's room.
The kids were outside when they realized that Joe was not with them. My oldest son felt that he could safely go back in to get the dog. He also knew that the younger children would follow him. He decided not to go in.
A day after the fire was out the two older boys and their father went to see what could be salvaged. Nothing much.
They found Joe. A board had fallen and hit him on the head. He probably died instantly. They buried him properly.
Joe had a good life for a little while.