Moose's Ultimate Adventure

I find it very difficult to write about this.  Moose has moved on the next level.  It was time and Pkin is doing alright, not great; he has some feelings, I know he does regardless of what he admits.  He's a pkin after all.

Rosey, on the other hand, has no feelings at all, unless you count the unrelenting joy.  I don't think she's realized that she's alone.  She's never, ever been alone.  We had, first, two cats and added Rosey, then only one cat, then two dogs and no cats and now it's just Rosey.  I do hope she stays in her yard.  She's going to realize there isn't another heart beat in the house any day now. 

Enough about the cute but clueless Rosey. 

Moose was a good dog who had a hard life.  I wish I could have known him in his prime.  I hear that he cut a fine figure, swimming in any depth of water.  He was kind of like my Grandfather later in life; they both shunned baths as they got older.  Oh well ... to Moose and the good things!

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[Tammi]

He'll be missed, bless his doggy soul.