Jobie Morris gained his angel wings on October 23, 2019 as a result of injuries sustained from sleeping wrong on October 8, 2019. Despite valiant efforts at rehabilitation, he was unable to overcome them. He had a peaceful end.

Jobie came to Miles City, Montana at the age of 4 days. There, he met his future adoptive mom and she was with him to the very end. Nontraditional from the start, Jobie was a failure at leash training and, instead, conquered the world on his own terms. Jobie's greatest success was the love and joy he spread to others wherever he went--whether in person or electronically. Among his accomplishments were acting as a therapy animal, being a model for Crocs knee pads on eBay, being a published author (Dear Grandma . . . Love, Jobie: Letters from a Black Angus Terrier), having an art gallery on the web (RedBubble.com/people/JobieMom), playing with toys, dressing up to send greetings, and stealing the hearts of people internationally (all of whom he considered family because family is not about blood, it's about love).

Jobie's favorite scripture was:

1 Corinthians 13, New King James Version

1 Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love I am only a resounding gong or clanging cymbal resounding in the wind. 2 And though I have the gift of prophecy, and can understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have faith, that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3 And though I give all I possess to the poor, and surrender my body to the flames, [2] but have not love, I gain nothing.

4 Love is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; 5 does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; 6 does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; 7 bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

8 Love has no fear; it does not worry; love keeps no records of wrongs; never fails. But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. 9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part. 10 But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away.

11 When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12 For now we see in a mirror, darkly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.

13 And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.


To err is human. To forgive, bovine (although, to the end, Jobie didn't identify with that species).

Jobie is survived by his mom, JobieMom (Karen Morris), his grandad, Bus Morris, and an immense family comprised of other relatives and friends.

Burial has already taken place in the Yellowstone Valley at the place he has called home for the last 9 ½ years.

Karen, I’m so sorry to hear this. I always enjoyed Jobie’s posts, they were often a welcome change of pace.
You take care.

Thank you, Hal! We always enjoy your posts and have great admiration for your thoughtfulness. We are happy if we brought some joy to you.

Very sad news, Karen. I am sorry to hear it.

Thank you for sharing Jobie with us over the years. He will be missed.

Thank you, David! Sharing Jobie was always a joy and we were always thankful for those that enjoyed our slightly offbeat approach to life.

Jobie was one of a kind. They broke the mold for him. Hugs.

Thank you, Amorette! Jobie's one disappointment was always that you didn't want a kiss from him!

This is terribly sad news. My sympathy to you, Karen. We already miss Jobie.

Sorry to hear your Jobie has passed, Ms. Morris. His posts always brought a smile to the day. Thanks for sharing him with us.

Thank you, Dick! I miss Jobie terribly, too, yet at the same time, I feel so blessed to have had him for as long as I did!

Thank you. It was a privilege and honor to share him! Jobie was a part of Miles City and of milescity.com--even had the T-shirt to prove it!

The holidays and the changing of seasons won't be the same without Jobie. Thanks for sharing Jobie all these years.

You're welcome, Bob! Jobie was not something I ever planned on (who could have imagined someone like him?) and I admit that I, too, will miss the photo shoots and sharing the cards. He was a true professional when he saw the camera come out. We had a lot of fun and it was a joy to share that!

Karen:

My condolences on the passing of Jobie. Losing a great pal like Jobie is never easy. I wish you peace and comfort in your time of sorrow.

Thank you, Richard! Jobie truly was the best pal anyone could have wished for!

It is indeed a sad moment. Jobie truly was one of a kind.

I can't think of any words to say, so I will leave Jobie a fitting tribute. The greatest cow song of all time.

Thank you, Gunnar! Jobie always appreciated your sense of humor! Yes, I told him lots of things and I suspect he understood most . . . just a bit of confusion when it came to "cow" topics since he really didn't identify with the species (not all bad as he could have easily bested any fence around)! The final tribute is delightful!

So sorry to learn of this. I always enjoyed the updates, the creativity and the love you shared on MC.com. I wish you peace in this time of sadness for you.


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Thank you! There was, indeed, real love . . . I don't believe I ever saw Jobie angry in our entire time together! I believe that love transcends time and shall never die. Still, it does feel empty without him physically here . . .

I’m sorry for your loss. I’ve always enjoyed the pictures you posted of Jobie.

Thank you! It was always a joy sharing Jobie with friends like you!

Karen, I thought of you and Jobie when I saw this.

Very true! The one difference is Jobie also expected to have his nose kissed!

I admit I still miss him.

Karen, that's not something you "admit", it's something to be proud of. It shows that you have a heart. I miss and I talk to all my many dogs and cats.

Karen, Sorry in retrospect, Oh, I feel for you today. 4H, you may have been a member? To raise a fat steer, feed and groom it, then have to take it to the fair to sell was pretty tough on a some of us teenagers.

Edited: I'm sorry, did it again. That was an insensitive post. I feel like a heel right now. I meant what I said but everything after the first sentence did not belong on this post. I've cut out the BS. Please accept my apologies.

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