They say things happens in threes! If that's true, then this week has been the most devastating for us and those we love. Was it not enough that we lost poor Max and Dolly? But today our next door neighbors, who have been the most tried and true friends/neighbors we could ever hope for for the past five years, lost their beloved Moose, a 13 year old Boykin Spaniel. I don't think I have any photos of Moose, but this is exactly what he looked like.
Moose's hair was the color any woman would have killed to have, and his fur was the softest and silkiest ever! We called them Mr. Moose and Mr. Max, and while they were not play buddies (too old and too independent for that), they always wagged their tails at one another and always sniffed all their respective parts - private or otherwise. And we used to walk them together - not so much lately, because they were getting on in age.
Our friends had no time to accept Moose's swift decline and so I am all the more saddened for them as well. Julia brought us flowers yesterday. What can I possibly do for them to ease their pain?
Is it possible that these three wonderful furry friends are gone, and gone within hours of one another? How is that even conceivable?