You were such a good mom, friend, companion, true love to him. This is truly heartbreaking - I have been there too. He is free of pain and able to be the good boy he always was with Ellie showing him the way.
Lauren, Nobody knows better than me just how wonderful a partner Moose was for you. The joy, companionship, empathy and love that you shared made life so much better than could otherwise be expected. Don’t grieve. Moose is now with Ellie, enjoying his new playground. By the way, he woke me at 4am this morning with a huge blast of thunder. My granddog has started his new adventure, just as you are.
We don't deserve dogs, but somehow they love us anyway. You were his person, he trusted you and loved you. He knew that he was loved, and he will be a part of you always. Each and every time I hear thunder I'll know that Moose is somewhere over the rainbow playing, looking out for you and sending you his love!
Such a beautiful tribute to Moose. Thank you, again, for sharing him with all of us. My heart hurts for you, as I too lost my heart dog. Her name was Ella. She was the sassiest, most independent and smartest lady I ever knew. It's almost six years later and I still grieve for her, cry on certain dates and talk to her picture. My current companion, Buddy, has been a life saver. He sounds a lot like your Moose--velcro, joyous, friendly and funny--in some ways he is the opposite of his "sister" who really only ever had eyes (and love) for me. I know she sent him to me so that I would be too busy chasing after him to fall into despair at her loss. And every once in a while, when I start to fret that she has left us and moved on, she drops a tennis ball for Buddy to find, her way of telling me "don't worry, mom, I'm still here."
Such a beautiful tribute. I know he’s playing with my Jeffie boy and now Jeffie won’t fear thunder either. Soon Moose will come to you in a dream, Lauren, and it will be a sign he’s safe and running and playing with friends. It will be comforting. My Jeff’s last moments when the vet came to our house were awful and that traumatic hour haunts me still. He also had larpar and his back end had given out. I wrote “ letters to Jeffie” …15 letters…during the first months he was gone and made a book for myself with those and many of his photos. And I went to a pet support grief group run by a social worker here in Portland Oregon which helped a lot. It will be hard for you at first in Seattle where,like Portland, it seems like everyone has at least one dog…but Moose will always be in your heart and waiting for you…thank you for sharing this good good boy with us..
Oh, Lauren. I’m so grateful you found your friend, Moose, lives on in the thunder. I love that for you! My condolences, and thank you for eloquently sharing a pain too many of us have felt and not been able to put into words. It is a noble and godly act to rescue an unwanted animal. They repay us with a love like no other. Hold onto that love and your memories of him. Now every time I hear the thunder, I too, will think of Moose and wonder if he’s telling me it’s time to open my heart to another rescue dog. Perhaps thousands will do the same because you took the time to turn your grief into a beautiful story. Thank you.
The tears are streaming down my face - this was one of the purest loves I've ever had the privilege of witnessing. And I have witnessed it, even though I've never met you or Moose. Through your beautiful writing and wonderful writing, I feel a kinship with you. Moose was the luckiest dog to find you and share a beautiful life with. I also commend your choice in vets, she sounds like a wonderfully compassionate healer - to both animals and their humans.
I hope the writing of this beautiful eulogy was therapeutic. Please take time to heal and do what brings you comfort. And when its the right time and place and you are ready, you will find your next love.
Thank you for sharing Moose with me - I know I will be listening for thunder too.
Oh Lauren, I am so so sorry. This tribute to your beautiful boy is wonderful and has me in tears. People say we don't deserve dogs - but I disagree. I think dogs are the reminder that pure love and joy exists. We deserve that love, even when we don't feel like we do.
such a lovely tribute to your moose. truly. i don't know if this helps now or doesn't help (but after a while you'll know that it does ultimately help): it's been nearly 6 years since my dalmador luther passed at 16.5 and i still talk to him every morning. they bring us the kind of joy great children do. i'll never understand why they don't live as long as tortoises....healing on your journey. moose is free with his happy face on again...
This tribute is pure love, Lauren. Thank you for loving Moose and sharing him with us. I know he is in your heart, and I believe you are also in his.
You were such a good mom, friend, companion, true love to him. This is truly heartbreaking - I have been there too. He is free of pain and able to be the good boy he always was with Ellie showing him the way.
Lauren, Nobody knows better than me just how wonderful a partner Moose was for you. The joy, companionship, empathy and love that you shared made life so much better than could otherwise be expected. Don’t grieve. Moose is now with Ellie, enjoying his new playground. By the way, he woke me at 4am this morning with a huge blast of thunder. My granddog has started his new adventure, just as you are.
We don't deserve dogs, but somehow they love us anyway. You were his person, he trusted you and loved you. He knew that he was loved, and he will be a part of you always. Each and every time I hear thunder I'll know that Moose is somewhere over the rainbow playing, looking out for you and sending you his love!
Such a beautiful tribute to Moose. Thank you, again, for sharing him with all of us. My heart hurts for you, as I too lost my heart dog. Her name was Ella. She was the sassiest, most independent and smartest lady I ever knew. It's almost six years later and I still grieve for her, cry on certain dates and talk to her picture. My current companion, Buddy, has been a life saver. He sounds a lot like your Moose--velcro, joyous, friendly and funny--in some ways he is the opposite of his "sister" who really only ever had eyes (and love) for me. I know she sent him to me so that I would be too busy chasing after him to fall into despair at her loss. And every once in a while, when I start to fret that she has left us and moved on, she drops a tennis ball for Buddy to find, her way of telling me "don't worry, mom, I'm still here."
Such a beautiful tribute. I know he’s playing with my Jeffie boy and now Jeffie won’t fear thunder either. Soon Moose will come to you in a dream, Lauren, and it will be a sign he’s safe and running and playing with friends. It will be comforting. My Jeff’s last moments when the vet came to our house were awful and that traumatic hour haunts me still. He also had larpar and his back end had given out. I wrote “ letters to Jeffie” …15 letters…during the first months he was gone and made a book for myself with those and many of his photos. And I went to a pet support grief group run by a social worker here in Portland Oregon which helped a lot. It will be hard for you at first in Seattle where,like Portland, it seems like everyone has at least one dog…but Moose will always be in your heart and waiting for you…thank you for sharing this good good boy with us..
I'm so sorry.
This broke my heart. My boy is 10 and I know he won't live forever. But that makes me make the most of every single moment.
Prayers for your healing as you take on this loss.
But Moose is ok now, and he knew love through it all. That's all any of us can hope for.
Oh, Lauren. I’m so grateful you found your friend, Moose, lives on in the thunder. I love that for you! My condolences, and thank you for eloquently sharing a pain too many of us have felt and not been able to put into words. It is a noble and godly act to rescue an unwanted animal. They repay us with a love like no other. Hold onto that love and your memories of him. Now every time I hear the thunder, I too, will think of Moose and wonder if he’s telling me it’s time to open my heart to another rescue dog. Perhaps thousands will do the same because you took the time to turn your grief into a beautiful story. Thank you.
The tears are streaming down my face - this was one of the purest loves I've ever had the privilege of witnessing. And I have witnessed it, even though I've never met you or Moose. Through your beautiful writing and wonderful writing, I feel a kinship with you. Moose was the luckiest dog to find you and share a beautiful life with. I also commend your choice in vets, she sounds like a wonderfully compassionate healer - to both animals and their humans.
I hope the writing of this beautiful eulogy was therapeutic. Please take time to heal and do what brings you comfort. And when its the right time and place and you are ready, you will find your next love.
Thank you for sharing Moose with me - I know I will be listening for thunder too.
Sitting here gutted, ugly-crying for you and for Moose. It hurts so much to lose your soul buddy.
Thank you for sharing the love and joy you had with Moose with all of us. It's always devastating to lose a loved one.
Oh Lauren, I am so so sorry. This tribute to your beautiful boy is wonderful and has me in tears. People say we don't deserve dogs - but I disagree. I think dogs are the reminder that pure love and joy exists. We deserve that love, even when we don't feel like we do.
Hugs.
Moose sounds like a great dog. Condolences for your loss.
That was beautiful and it's those memories that will get you through. Thank you so much for sharing Moose and his story with us.
such a lovely tribute to your moose. truly. i don't know if this helps now or doesn't help (but after a while you'll know that it does ultimately help): it's been nearly 6 years since my dalmador luther passed at 16.5 and i still talk to him every morning. they bring us the kind of joy great children do. i'll never understand why they don't live as long as tortoises....healing on your journey. moose is free with his happy face on again...
Amiga. My heart hurts for you and your giant Moose. I am sending you the biggest, squeeziest hug I can muster with my short little T-rex arms <3 <3