
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?
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