Come along with Joe on his adventures through the world
About us
When I met Joe, he was eight weeks old. He had parvovirus, and he was the last puppy in his litter still alive.
The vet recommended putting him down, but I promised Joe that for however long he had to live, I would care for him. I fed him chicken soup with an eyedropper until he recovered, and Joe survived.
Six months later, my life fell apart. My marriage collapsed and children estranged.
All I had in the world was Joe, and Joe stood by me. Loyal, stalwart, and strong, he saved my life, just as I saved his. Best friends, Joe and I are companions for life.
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