Mar :🌻It was too windy for a morning walk so, I asked my husband if he would go down the hill with me so I could see Moose and collect some large rocks for my foundation project. One he needed the exercise also and 2 I was scared I'd see a snake. Moose's grave was overgrown so my husband pulled weeds while I collected rocks. I was so happy to see after all this time coyotes or bobcats haven't bothered him. My husband found the perfect spot where Moose loved to go. I know in my heart he is happy.
Last night I had only been asleep for about 20 minutes when I dreamed that Moose was at the door barking to come in. I woke up and thought I need to let my baby in. Then reality hit me hard. I think with all the stress worrying about Rio I dreamt of Moose. Moose would always bark like crazy when he knew something was wrong with his brother. I hope like hell that isn't an omen.
When we first moved here my husband was out on the tractor when Moose started barking his head off looking out the living room window. I'm like what are you going off about? It was a tarantula in the yard. He'd never seen one and neither had I. He was protecting his yard from big spiders.
My sweet baby Moose when he was 2 years old. This was in our pasture in Missouri. I think he was on alert because he spotted a squirrel.
When Sammie left us, he helped us heal by showing us the way to finding Moose at the shelter and he stuck around for a week to make sure we'd be okay.
With Moose he gifted us the beauty of the nature that he always loved. That's his way of helping his mama and papa heal.
Since it was so nice yesterday my husband grilled lunch. I was sitting on the bench having a drink and my husband started talking about Moose. My eyes teared up and I fought hard not to cry. When that happens, I picture his smiling face touching his nose to mine and letting me know he was ready, and he was tired of being in pain.
It took years to get over losing Sammie, and we we're only lucky enough to have him less than 2 years. It will take the rest of my life to get over losing Moose.
My husband pointed out a baby horned toad in the corral. It made me think of how good Moose was about not bothering them. He'd just sniff them and go on. We told him he could chase all the skink lizards he wanted but to leave the horn toads alone. The lizards were fast and had a chase, also they were more fun for him to chase. I miss my sweet baby.
Yesterday my husband and I went down to see Moose. I noticed a nice size cactus growing next to his grave. In a few weeks he'll have pretty red flowers to decorate his grave. He used to love smelling the flowers and now he'll have some beside him.
April 2019: Moose loved having a big brother to go out and visit.
