Monday, November 28, 2011
MOSES 1999 - 2011 , picture taken at 10 months
I found him at a local shelter, together with his brother. They were about 6 months old and, as we found out after some research, the result of an accidental breeding of a local breeder. They had been placed in pet homes but the owner must have gotten tired of them and dumped them at the shelter. We never knew if they were all Akita and just not that typey or if there was something else mixed in. I had been rescuing dogs off and on and these two were very gentle souls, not always the case with this breed. After a few weeks at our house we found a fantastic home for one of them on an island off the Washington coast.
The other one grew on my husband, who had always been partial to northern breeds.
So we named him Moses, because the way we rescued him seemed to parallel the Biblical story of the Pharoaoh's daughter rescuing baby Moses and saving his life by bringing him home. To me Moses also seemed like a nice-sounding Biblical name which fit his gentle disposition. Moses became my husband's exercise partner, requiring two long walks for the first two or three years of his life and getting at least one long walk for most of the rest of his life. The total number of miles that my husband walked or ran with him must have been at least 10.000 miles, even though he claimed and still does that he does not like running with dogs. Well, let's say that whenever my husband was not running regularly he was still exercising Moses regularly and a good part of that was running with him. The way I see it Moses was taking him to the promised land of long-term health and fitness because less than 2 months ago we ran our first half-marathon together. Don't get me wrong, my husband has never been overweight, not even close, but there is a family history of heart disease.
Moses provided a reason to get out on the trail and de-stress plus he has been a faithful friend.
Just 3 days before Thanksgiving he suddenly stopped eating. We had some blood work done which revealed severe liver dysfunction. Three days later he was unable to walk in spite of supportive care. He did not have to suffer long and we know he is in a better place now.
He will be missed by all of us and we are thankful for having had him for 12 good years. We will never forget him.