This morning I lost my best friend.
Moose, our oldest Lab, ate breakfast, led the gang on his last patrol of the property, laid down to sleep on the deck and never woke up. It was a peaceful end to a great adventure.
Moose was 13, the son of Guido and Lilly, Grandson of Nell, and great grandson of Augie, my first Lab. He was born in my basement, and I held him just seconds afterward. He was my pick of the litter, and he always lived up to that distinction.
A direct descendant of a long line of field trial grand champions, Moose preferred home life with his family. He was a great companion, loving and kind, and had a wonderful sense of humor. A talented athlete in his day, no dog ever ran harder or swam farther for a ball. Plagued by a lifelong itch, Moose's greatest pleasure was having his lower back scratched, for pretty much as long as anyone was willing to do it. And Moose did accomplish something unique, certainly unprecedented for a Lab - he never once, in our memory, got in trouble for anything. He was, simply, the best of dogs.
In his final years, though he had failing hindquarters and persistent minor ailments, Moose didn't lose any of his enthusiasm for play. He was always in the thick of things, ready to go at a moment's notice, refusing to accept any limitations or make any complaints. He was diligent about his duties as a role model to his protégé Grover, passing along the required dog wisdom and much of his personality - sweetness, affection and a calm attentiveness to the others in his life.
Moose is survived by his lifelong consort Lulu, Grover, his uncle Mario, his humans Mary & Dick and his Aunt Stacie and her pack of tiny barking rats. He was a joy to live with, and we're all going to miss him terribly.
|Moose & his dad, Guido|
Mary & Dick Greenberg
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