Losing A Best Friend
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Moro (March 1, 1997 to March 22, 2006)
then when I die I want to go
where they went."
He was still barking and standing on his hind legs for some good 30 seconds without moving, waiting to share with what you have in your hands...he was playfully tugging shoelaces and inviting a toddler to play with him..Moro was still full of life when we were in Montreal.
In fact, it was so hard for me to get a good picture of him as he was bouncing off the walls, excited with all the guests around him.
At 9 man-years old,* he wasnt supposed to show much excitement as his heart wasnt the same as it was a few years back. In fact he had water in his lungs as diagnosed that Saturday night before we drove back to Toronto.
Moro had a family waiting for him to get well. Everyone was pulling for him to survive, as he was apparently more than their pet, their baby or their guard dog. Moro was a loyal friend, a faithful partner, and a trusty defender.
Moro, we're not sure if you'd be in dog heaven. You once jumped to murder a bird, and wasnt as good to other dogs as you should be. But yes, you can be a good candidate to enter dog purgatory - if there's one.
We will pray for you and for the people you left behind.
Lastly, thank you for posing a wee bit of a second to have your picture taken by me :)
Apparently, that last pose above turned out also to be your last.
Moro was 52 years old. It's not just 7 to 1. Here's how to compute it.
Moro video ---> taken last September.