One day, we were out with my mom and she pulls up to this house with some story about dropping off some paper for this guy my dad used to work with. Not fooling me... I was convinced she was making a mistake and was so embarrassed because I KNEW it was my friend's house. Anyway, we argued with my mom about going to the door because my brother and I didn't want to look stupid in front of these people. My mom went up there without us and later was telling my friend's mom what had happened. Little did we know that we were there to pick out a puppy. So my friend's mom came out and asked us if we wanted to play with the puppies while my mom was dropping stuff off. Sure a 10 year old and a 7 year old wanted to play with puppies whenever we got the chance!
As we were playing with them outside, my mom just says ok so which one are we taking home? We were SHOCKED. When I originally asked my mom about getting a puppy from them, she said she would consider it, but we never talked about it again. Whenever I would bring it up she would quickly change the subject. This was a great surprise! The puppies were about 6 weeks old and were ready to be taken home. (I know you are supposed to wait longer, but my friend's family was starting to sell them because they had their shots & were doing well) My mom told us that we had to pick a male dog, and it had to be black. Orders from Dad (who had to work at that time) for protection reasons :) Out of I think 9 puppies, four of them were black and five were yellow lab. I ended up picking our dog. I remember him being very playful and loving attention.
After we got home, we all sat in the living room trying to figure out what to name him. Our top choices were Moose, Shadow (after his dad), or Bear. We ended up choosing Moose, and it fit him very well. Soon Moose became a large part of our family, and I couldn't remember what life was like without him.
The time has come that I unfortunately have to live life without him. He was in a lot of pain, and I know he is in a better place now. This is the first time I've had to say goodbye to a pet so it was really rough on me. I've been sobbing for four days. I can't help it. I am such a baby that I've been crying at the drop of a hat. (Some of this is due to other things that have been weighing on me that I'm not ready to discuss) Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things I've done. He's been in my life since I was 10. It's almost 14 years. I will miss him so much.
I actually made it through this whole post without crying. I'm moving forward, but I will never forget my Moosie baby. I leave you with some pictures from the later years of his life.
Rest In Peace Moose 3-10-98 to 1-18-12
(Here come the tears)
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Oh, I'm so sorry. After losing our 13 year old black lab this fall I know what you're going through. It looks and sounds like you were able to give Moose a great life for 14 years. Know that it will get easier, but there's no need to forget the best friend you've had. I hope you find some comfort in the coming days and weeks.
ReplyDeleteoh gosh! I'm so sorry! He seemed like a great dog! and with you as an owner, I'm sure he enjoyed his life. you seem like two peas in a pod.
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