In Memory of Joiku
This tag belonged to Joiku.
Still does, really.
That part hasn’t changed.
He was my ride-or-die, my shadow, my home. The love of my life. The only thing I ever loved more than being alive.
He wasn’t just a dog—he was my companion in the deepest sense of the word.
We geocached together. We ran wild through forests. He pulled me on my bike like we were flying. He swam in summer lakes, chased balls like his life depended on it, and begged for food like it was his job and we pulled each other through life in more ways than one.
He was kind. Gentle. Brave. The kind of beast that made the world less cruel just by existing.
And now he’s gone.
We had a good run. I miss him more than I know how to say.
But I’m not ready to let him go.
So this tag stays with me for now—clipped to my everyday backpack, riding shotgun like he always did. He would’ve hated to leave me, and honestly, I hate it too. Keeping him close is my way of holding on while I learn how to live with this hole in my chest.
One day, maybe, I’ll release this tag to keep his journey going. But not yet.
For now, Joiku’s still with me.