Jobie came into my life Christmas time in 1992. My daughter Tara brought this puppy to my shop with a big red bow around his neck. My first instinct was to say--"Oh no, I don't want to love another dog". I had lost my dog "Cosmo" a few months before, and couldn't bear the thought of losing another one. Well...it took Jobie about 5 minutes to work his way into my heart--and there he remains. We had 13 years of joy and happiness together. The sweetest and most loving Doberman gave to me more than I can ever express. For the first 8 years of his life--we spent 24 hours a day together. He came to work with me everyday, and slept beside my bed each night. When I finally gave up my business and had to work for a company, Jobie was a little distressed. We knew we had to get him a companion quick. We adopted a tiny kitten named Phoenix and they became the best of friends. Unfortunately, Jobie was diagnosed with late stage Lymphatic Cancer around Christmas time. He went on meds which bought him a little time--but not enough. By late Feb. he would only get out of bed if we begged and coerced him. He stopped eating and looked to me for help. We tried again to up his meds and 2 vets said he would have a comfortable 2 weeks. Well...he did not. He went to the rainbow bridge on March 3rd. at 4:00pm. I held him in my arms and kissed away his pain till the end. He had a private cremation and his ashes will be returned to me on Monday. Yes--it hurts, and yes--I cry, but someday we will be together again. For now I just hold his memory in my heart. His Kitty Phoenix has the blues, but she too will never forget her best buddy. We Love You Jobie.