Thursday, July 29, 2010
Goodbye sweet moose
You were a good puppy, minimal shoe loss to chewing, you were more of a blanket dog anyway. You loved to bite feet and didn't really care for kids. We lived on the farm at that time and you got to run free. I remember one time the ol' farmer at the top of the lane was mad because you would run his sheep so he turned on his electric fence. All I heard was BBAAAAAA then yipe yipe yipe as you shook and stood behind me crying. You would always run to me when you heard those mean ol' sheepies. You knew Mommy would keep you safe.
You slept where I slept and heaven forbid we take a vacation because you wouldn't eat. You pouted the whole time we were gone. I missed you too when we left but you hating riding in the car so it wasn't fair to torture you that way. I would call whomever stayed with you at least twice a day to find out how you were doing.
You owned the couch. It was your spot to lay in,damned if we had company or not. We would always find a spot to get your big moosey butt situated on.
You were always by my side, where I was, you were close behind. You checked on my constantly and made sure I was behaving myself. You did not like anyone having too much fun. You were old and your sense of humor was lacking.
You loved your snacks. You would come up with ways to get them. Sneaky ways like going outside every ten minutes then expecting a snack. Then when you got to lazy for the every ten minute outside trick it was just acting like you wanted out so I would get up, and while I was up, could you please have a snack?
When you could no longer get into bed with me it was a sad day. You hated being lifted or pulled on so you started laying on the floor. We made you a comfy bed to always be close to me.
You were such a very good dog. Full of attitude and love for Tony and I. I know that we did the "right" humane thing but I still feel like I failed you. I am sorry Beatrice, I love you.