Cosmo endeared himself to everyone, with a tail wagging, ball in mouth, ready to play, 24-7 attitude. He was my boy. He ate two couches and broke into the refrigerator whenever it was left unlocked(I locked it after the first break in but on occassion I forgot and paid dearly). He ate raw pizza dough one night and my make it yourself and save a buck pizza ran me $450 bucks to get his bloated belly out of hock at the emergency hospital. He had the audacity to get hit by a car on my birthday. My worst birthday ever by far. But he did it his way, all the time. He earned the name sheriff mo. He was so much fun, I can't imagine how boring life would have been without him. I know my neighbors saw how much fun we had, and that's why I'm here now, due to their generosity and sympathy. Thanks. And thank you Sheriff Mo, for the memories. Long live Cosmo.

TJ O'