Just for kicks, we gave Amos the registered AKC name of "Famous Amos Mocha Coffee Nut". We lost him last week, he would have been 13 in October, which is pretty old for a large dog. He was an awesome dog, and he touched many people's lives. He was actually Dan's dog and we had a tough time in the beginning. Amos wasn't all that fond of my coming around. We went to obedience classes together and became fast friends. He was so funny and friendly. There's a reason boxers are called the "clowns of the dog world". Never a dull moment. He loved his toys and loved to do the "run of terror" around the house. He really really loved kids. He would spot a child and his whole body would start to wiggle with excitement. He loved to play and he was always full of life and energy.
The obedience training led to us training him to be a therapy dog. He was a perfect fit for it. With lots of practice, we passed the Canine Good Citizen test and also the Therapy Dog International test. We visited lots of people & places in the past eight years, once or twice a week. He was well loved. Before he retired from his therapy work, we visited two facilities on a regular basis. An Alzheimer's facility and an assisted living facility. We met one of our favorite people at the assisted living facility, Mrs. Mosley. She and Amos became great friends and when she moved in with her son, we went to visit her at her house. Amos became such a huge part of her life that he and I both went to her memorial service when she passed away. (He was kind of a shock to many of the guests!) I picture Amos and Mrs. Mosley, together again, in Heaven. I know they are taking good care of each other.
When I was pregnant with Zoe, Amos and I developed a very strong bond. Not sure why, but that bond stayed in place until the end. He seemed to know when I was happy or sad, and when I just needed him to hang with me. Since I go to bed before Dan almost always, every night (up until about a week before he died), Amos curled up beside me on the bed until Dan came to bed. Then he would sleep on his dog bed in our bedroom. Night times have been hard for me, I miss my furry baby so much. RIP
Here are some of my favorite pictures of my buddy!