Originally belonging to my good friend Rachel when we were both in college, he needed to find a good home when Rach graduated and was moving off to California. Knowing that he'd be much loved and cared for, and would have plenty of open space to run around, Rachel asked if my mom would take him, and she did, much to the wonderful delight of everyone involved, including Moo. Despite his name, he was a bit of a scaredy cat at his core, and he always seemed perplexed by my on-again-off-again presence across his multiple homes, but he was nothing if not a total sweetheart and loyal friend.
Farewell, Moo. You will be sorely missed. Thank you for your time together and for always looking after Mom (even if it was from two steps behind her).
2 comments:
Thanks honey for posting this tribute to Moo. sniff sniff
Oh Tris, I know that feeling...we lost our beloved Galen on March 29th...and I still grieve for him after all this time.
It is so hard to explain to others what your dog means to you. I always thought that dogs were the gods of dyslexics. And I didn't realize it for a while, but Galen is an anagram of angel...which described him perfectly.
I'd give you a hug if you were here just to let you know I feel the pain. Maybe Moo and my Galen are off somewhere chasing rabbits together or something.
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