I would like to take the time to thank you all so very much for your love and support, it means alot to our family. I want to share how Mojo came to be. I had lost a English Bull Mastiff about 7 years earlier and I had just decided that I didn't want to go through that pain again. He was 13 years old, so very old for his breed. Then, one day we were at the Pear Blossom Parade in Medford, and Misty spotted a woman walking 10 Greyhounds over to a booth for adoption. She told me she wanted to go look, because she had never seen one up close. I gave her that look that husbands can do so well, and I reluctantly said, "Well, ok, but LOOK only." About 15 minutes later, here comes Misty with a huge smile on her face walking a Greyhound. I just melted, I could see how special she felt while everybody was in awe of her walking a beautiful Grey. So, within two days, we were at the adoption center starting paperwork for a home inspection. Once we passed and everything was a go, we went to the kennel and looked over about 15 hounds. Misty picked the top 3 that she seemed to have a closeness to. Next, we took those 3 and went to the dog park to play with them. There was a "Phil", a "Skippy" and of course, a "Mojo." While walking laps, Mojo was the one that was like velcro to Misty, he was prancing and rubbing up to her and showing how graceful he could be while running. That settled it, Mojo picked my wife out. We had so many great times with him, and I wouldn't trade those times for anything. The day after Mojo passed, we were taking him to the funeral home for cremation, and there was a big black truck with a sticker in the back window, it was like Mojo sent us a message, it was a giant pawprint that read "Who rescued Who?" Having a tear and a smile at the same time is always a bittersweet moment. The Wells Family.