If you're lucky, sometime in your life, you may
cross paths with an old soul. Moses was such a dog.
The way he approached each situation in his life with
calmness and wisdom just seemed to come from prior
experience. I'll miss his knowing eyes, gentleness, his fast, low,
greetings, his deep groans when I massaged his ears, his jaunty
gait. I was very fortunate to have his company for over seven
years, although I wish it was for much longer. I will love him always.