Summer 1992 - Thursday January 15th 2009

It was a sad sad week here as we slowly accepted that it was time to say so long to Mo, our best friend for going on 17 years.
I think there is a sense that the older a dog (or person) is, the easier it will be to say good bye. I don't know about that theory anymore. I think after Mo passed the 15 year mark and continued to bounce back from health scares, I started to think of him as a bit immortal. I worried less about losing him, and secretly harboured the idea that he would live to some super-hero dog age. Which, I guess, as a 17 year old, he did.
Mo, the house feels empty without you, and we are missing you like crazy. We are also grateful that you were by our side for so long, and we had the honour and pleasure of growing up together.
We love you. xoxo