K9 Officer Mojo & Matheson's "O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go"

Duty summoned me and Divinity embraced me Tuesday, July 19, 2016. Leading a team of law enforcement officers, I could not forsake my master and his bluecoat siblings. Of course, it was my time to go as well and rest with the prime mover, motivator, my creator. But I also wished to caution my beloved adoptive country, the United States of America, in my passing about adhering to channels of disinformation via multimedia. Instead, take to heart the bandages of my fellow police officers due to the searing sunlight burning their flesh. Envision my master and his bluecoat siblings maneuvering through wild brush to apprehend a disenfranchised teenager, a troublemaker turned lawbreaker.

Two years ago, Fort Worth, Texas was not dilapidated as it is today. Today it looks totally neglected. The only structures receiving upkeep funding are the recently constructed tollways with maintained greens and fanciful embellishments resembling Vince Lombardi trophies. The rest of the city is in decline.

To my master handler and dearest buddy, it was an honor serving alongside you. Age was winning and taking a toll on me these past two years. However, my ambition was to die like a soldier on duty and Tuesday, July 19, 2016 was the day of blessed realization of my one and only wish in life. Your tears mixed with mine and our hearts surrendered to the joys of sorrow, tasting the salty and precious drops. Remember that I smiled before closing my eyes and surrendering to the rhythm of the hymn you loved to sing. George Matheson’s “O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go” has remained with me since my arrival from Holland at the age of two-years-old.

You need another canine officer by your side. I know that my successor will not be as debonair and witty as I. You will have to settle for less initially. I’ll stay unmatched. But never forget that it was your unconditional love and unequivocal guidance that transformed me into a fiercely loyal partner. Don’t name my successor after me. I do not want to ever prove a burden onto anyone, even after death. I am Mojo. My successor is welcome to its syllabic reversal JoMo. Be absolutely certain to sing that hymn, especially my favorite lines,

“O joy that seekest me through pain,

I cannot close my heart to thee;

I trace the rainbow through the rain,

and feel the promise is not vain

that morn shall tearless be.”

I love you.