Run free, sweet boy
I was volunteering with the dog walking crew at that time, but between my back and their large strong pullers, I didn't do much walking. Mostly I spent time with the non-walkers, the ones who for various reasons couldn't go far from the kennels.
And so it was that I spent time with this very sweet, very large dog. And fell in love with him. I was tempted to take him home, but between his enormous size and my four seniors at home, I knew it would not be a good idea. So I sat with him, brushed him, talked with him, and took him for wee little puttering walks around the compound.
He wasn't with us long. Fran and Robyn heard about him and came to meet him. And even though he wasn't expected to live much longer, they offered him what every dog deserves - a comfortable home to live out his days where he would be well loved.
They called him Moses - a new name for a new life - and began a gentle routine of exercise, healthy food, and lots of love. Coincidentally, I became friends with Fran and Robyn around that time as I joined the bookclub to which they also belonged, and later began playing bridge with them and meeting them for coffee.
And so I got to see Moses regularly, and to watch him blossom as the weight dropped and he discovered the joys of happy walks around the neighbourhood. He no longer needed a ramp to get into the car, his inner pup directed him to seek and destroy many toys (including, just recently, his dog-sister Farley's favourite and quite new Tug-a-Jug), and he became an escape artist who could squeeze through a hedge to go visit the neighbours. Whenever I visited him, he pranced to the door to greet me with lots of tail wags and the occasional face wash too. I learned not to wear dark pants when I visited, as his exuberant attention usually meant yellow fuzz-covered clothes. I didn't mind - his lovin' was worth every hair.
|Moses in January 2012 -|
Healthy weight, eagerly enjoying life
Over the last few months, his arthritis flared up again, walking became difficult, and other health problems caused concern. And on Sunday afternoon, he could no longer rise and was in considerable pain. And so, at home with his family and a caring vet, he passed away.
Robyn and Fran, my heart goes out to you. Thank you for giving him two years of the best days of his life. He was truly loved.
A much-loved friend