Dear Moo,
You have been my dog, my friend, my comforter, my trusty-side kick for more years than I like to admit - 14. I still remember the day you picked me to take care of you - all of the other puppies ran to the momma dog, while you ran to me. I think you knew we were meant to be together. You have stood by me through good times, hard times, crazy times. You helped me pick JD (well, you didn’t bite him, that was a good sign, I thought)…You laid beside me with migraines, fat bellies, and sore hips. You loved milk and ice cream. You mothered Alex for us.
I knew this day was coming, I have been trying to get myself ready for it, but I am not ready. You have lived with a heart murmur for the last few years and just in the last 6 months it became clear to us that it was soon. That day was today. I know you tried to hold on and fight. You made it through the vet appointment and once you were comfortable again, you went to sleep. I am sorry that I wasn’t there. Maybe you wanted it that way, I don’t know, but you will always be in my heart. My Moo. I won’t be able to ever forget you.
Love,
Momma
























