Joe

07-12-79 to 10-19-98

I remember the first time I saw JOE, he was two weeks old and the runt of the litter. When he was 6 weeks old he came to live with us but Joe and I soon bonded beyond anything I ever though of. Joe would always great me no matter what time I got home (I use to work shifts). Joe was the smartest Poodle I have ever known I never had to teach him he just kind of knew what you wanted and did it. He even knew spelling. I have other dogs (three) but Joe and I had a special bond.

The day he died I had a feeling about him. My wife happened to call me at work about something and while talking asked me if anything was wrong, I said Joe is dying. When I got home he was just lying down and had not eaten that day. I went to him and petted him after two hours I told him that he could let go, five minutes later he died. I miss him so.

I put BORN A DOG - DIED A FRIEND on his grave stone.

Alan Anstine