ColumbiaMagazine.com
Printed from:

Welcome to Columbia Magazine  
 

























 
Happy Tail: Mojo Von Buren, III

This Happy Tale is one of joy, sadness, and hope. It's about an all important person, Peg's son Chip, and two very special animals, Mojo Von Buren, III; and the great German Shepherd's pal, Reebok the Cat, and about the hardest decision a person who loves a pet ever has to make - but knows when it's the right thing to do.
The next earlier Happy Tail - Happy Tails: Hope and Trust

By Peg Schaeffer
News from Sugarfoot Farm Rescue

Fourteen years ago my son, Chip, brought home a German Shepherd puppy. Mojo Von Buren, III was your typical German Shepherd pup, large, clumsy, and so cute. Chip had high hopes for Mojo, as all parents do. Most of all he wanted Mojo to be huge and he wanted him to be a watchdog.


Mojo grew big, just like Chip wanted

Mojo grew big, just like Chip wanted. He was so devoted to Chip and Chip loved his dog. Chip would take Mojo everywhere he went. During football season Chip and his friends would hang out at Chip's house watching the game and Chip's friends would bring their dogs. So while the guys were yelling at the TV screen Mojo would be playing games with his four legged buddies. One of his best friends was a Greyhound named Larry. Larry was a retired racing dog and had been adopted by one of Chip's friends. He looked like a small deer - agile and quick - and he and Mojo would race around the yard as if to be playing tag.

Chip's one wish was that Mojo would be BIG and he was. His other dream was that Mojo would be a watchdog - well, one of out of two ain't bad. Yes, Mojo was a watchdog. He was so good natured that no one was his enemy. I'm sure if a robber had broken into Chip's house Mojo would have given him a tour of the valuables and then watched as he bagged them. Everyone knew Mojo and loved him. If Chip was going to be away and needed someone to care for Mojo it was never a problem. There was always someone willing to take the big guy in and keep their eye on him. He had perfect manners and was always a welcome guest.

When Chip moved to an apartment, Mojo went too

Chip had to move out of his house and into an apartment. Did he take his dog to a shelter because he was moving? No way. He searched and searched until he found a place that would allow pets. Once prospective landlords met Mojo there was never a problem. He was quiet, well behaved, and house broke. He would stay in the house until Chip came back and after welcoming Chip home he would go outside and go about his business.

Happy times at Mansfield Hollow Dam

On the weekends Chip would take Mojo to the Mansfield Hollow Dam to go hiking. Mojo always looked forward to Saturday's with Chip. When Chip opened the tailgate to the truck Mojo would leap in the back knowing full well that it was their special time together. While walking Mojo would bound up to hikers they'd meet on the trails as if to eat them alive and give them a wag of the tail. If he met other dogs he would charge up to them, fur standing up on his neck, and begin to play with them. Everyone was his friend. While at the dam he always went swimming. Chip would throw a stick into the water and Mojo would dive after it, he'd bring it back to Chip and the game would continue.

When I moved to Kentucky in 2006 Mojo was 7 years old. Every September I would go back to Kentucky to celebrate Chip's birthday. I was always glad to see Chip and just as happy to see my grand dog, Mojo. Mojo knew I was "Gram" and enjoyed spending time with me. I knew where the cookies were hid and always would give him extras when Chip (Pa) wasn't looking. (What are Grams for?) The last few years back to visit I could see Mojo was starting to age. Three years ago I went with him and Chip to Mansfield Hollow Dam hiking. Mojo still swam after sticks thrown in the water but got tired soon. The next year Chip told me how Mojo had jumped into a stream to swim but didn't have the strength to climb up the bank and out of the water. Last year Mojo slept most of the time I visited. But he was always sleeping at Chip's feet.

Silly, wasn't it, sending a birthday card to a dog?

He turned 14 in May. I sent him a birthday card as I do every year. Silly isn't it - sending a birthday card to a dog. But Mojo has always been more than a "dog". He's Chip's best friend. I moved 1,000 miles away from my son and I left Mojo in charge of caring for him. Mojo did a great job. He listens to every word Chip says. He gives him unconditional love and would do anything for him. Probably a better friend than I am a mother. An inevitable choice had to be made

Whenever I talk to Chip on the phone my first question is always "How's Mojo?" Chip will say how he's getting older. He's getting disoriented. He has a hard time walking. He is starting to become incontinent. It won't be long Mom. Chip called me last Monday to say he had made the decision on Saturday to have Mojo euthanized. He spent the weekend with him, slept on the floor beside him at night, and said his good byes. On Monday morning he took him to the vet and Mojo crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

The hardest decision anyone who has loved a pet can make
That is the hardest decision anyone who has ever loved a pet can make. How do you know if you are making the right choice? You know, you just know. To keep a pet alive that is suffering is just selfish. Nothing seems to justify taking away a beloved friend's life. But sometimes it's the right thing to do.

Chip had Mojo cremated and is going to take his ashes to the Mansfield Hollow Dam. Have fun hiking and swimming my grand dog. RIP Mojo Van Buren III.

Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really - Agnes Sligh Turnbull


THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

- Author unknown...
- Peg Schaeffer

Contact us if you would like to help.

Peg Schaeffer, Sugarfoot Farm Rescue,
860 Sparksville Road
Columbia, KY 42728
Sugarfootfarm.com
peg@sugarfootfarm.com
Home telephone: 270-378-4521
Cell phone: 270-634-4675


This story was posted on 2013-07-07 07:29:26
Printable: this page is now automatically formatted for printing.
Have comments or corrections for this story? Use our contact form and let us know.


 

To sponsor news and features on ColumbiaMagazine, please use our contact form.

Happy Tale: Mojo and friend, Rebok Cat



2013-07-07 - Photo by Peg Schaeffer. Mojo and Reebok. Mojo is the GSD (Grandson Dog) the Happy Tail is about and Reebok was Chip's cat who lived to be 19 years old. Both have now crossed the Rainbow Bridge. - Peg Schaeffer
Read More... | Comments? | Click here to share, print, or bookmark this photo.



Happy Tales: A Double Rainbow Bridge



2013-07-07 - Sugarfoot Farm Rescue, 860 Sparksville Road, Columbia, KY - Photo By Peg Schaeffer. Double Rainbow Bridge - I took this picture on Saturday, July 6, 2013, from my deck. If you look closely you can see it's a double rainbow - a fitting sign for the sad sweet story of two special beings who have crossed the Rainbow Bridge. - Peg Schaeffer
Read More... | Comments? | Click here to share, print, or bookmark this photo.



 

























 
 
Quick Links to Popular Features


 

ColumbiaMagazine.com content is available as an RSS/XML feed for your RSS reader or other news aggregator.
Use the following link: http://www.columbiamagazine.com/columbiamagazinerss.php.

Contact us: Columbia Magazine and columbiamagazine.com are published by D'Zine, Ltd., PO Box 906, Columbia, KY 42728.
Phone: 270-250-2730 Fax: 270-751-0401


Please use our contact page, or send questions about technical issues with this site to webmaster@columbiamagazine.com. All logos and trademarks used on this site are property of their respective owners. All comments remain the property and responsibility of their posters, all articles and photos remain the property of their creators, and all the rest is copyright 1995-Present by Columbia! Magazine and D'Zine, Ltd. Privacy policy: use of this site requires no sharing of information. Voluntarily shared information may be published and made available to the public on this site and/or stored electronically. Anonymous submissions will be subject to additional verification. Cookies are not required to use our site. However, if you have cookies enabled in your web browser, some of our advertisers may use cookies for interest-based advertising across multiple domains. For more information about third-party advertising, visit the NAI web privacy site.