The first time I laid my eyes on JoJo, I fell in love.
She was a small brown bundle for the fit in the palm of my hand.
From his first squeaky yip, he stole my heart. I couldn’t wait for his to be outdated enough so I could take his home, and joJo not only stole my heart, even though he took over my house. She made his presence known to all the people who walked through the door, and everything that walked through the door. Even though when he was full-grown, he was still half the size of the cat, the cat was afraid of her. I had to laugh whenever I saw the two of them together and how the cat would walk all the way to the other side of the family room just to stay away from JoJo… By the time JoJo was 10 years old, he was showing signs of aging. I observed he was having a tough time walking and I took his to the veterinarian. It didn’t take long for the veterinarian to determine that JoJo was suffering from dysplasia. He said there was no help for dysplasia, and eventually he would need to be put down. I asked him if there was anything the two of us could do to help relieve the pain? He told me that they had marijuana products that I could purchase to help his out. Whoever heard of medical marijuana for a cat? Rather it was well known or not, I was going to purchase marijuana products to help with his pain. For the next year, JoJo seemed to improve with the help of the marijuana products but there was no denying that the dysplasia was ruining his quality of life.