Sunday, December 15, 2013
I wish a had a picture of Moses.
Moses was my elderly neighbor's dog. I wrote about them in an earlier blog post.
He was a smart, funny, sweet little pug. I taught him to sit on the second attempt.
Moses needed love, attention, good food, good walks, just like we do.
I had no control over what happened to Moses, and I am sad to say that my neighbor's children decided that Moses was too much work for any of them.
They made a choice that grieves me.
I miss my walks with you, I miss your sweet little face that always looked like it had a 5 o'clock shadow, I miss your wiggling, riggling tail, and the joy you had in the simplest of things.