I taught the class, listened to some impromptu speeches, laughed with my students, then drove back home.
As soon as I came home, I did my usual greeting, "Hey Joeyyyyyy!" with a high tone of voice, while taking off my shoes. I passed by his crate and went straight to my room to change clothes.
After I got out of the room, I opened the crate and found that my baby Joey was gone.
I screamed. I was shocked. I cried and cried and cried.
I was totally devastated. I had no clue why this happened so fast.
This image is still very vivid in my mind even until today. It certainly was not easy at all. I remember myself sitting in front of the computer grieving, sitting at the living room crying by myself. Yeap, it happened exactly a year ago. It took me about six months to really get over it.
I have a special memory with this little guy. Joey was special. He really was....

