Moses, the gaping hole in our hearts now that you’re gone feels as big as the entire universe, filled with pain and loss. You were such a good, but naughty boy. You never felt remorse. You adapted and worked so hard to keep going, learning to pivot to get up, or give a little bark if you needed help or wanted us to come be near you once you could no longer climb the steps to get on the bed. To not see your face waiting for us when we come home is gut wrenching. You are not here to beg and, as much as we complained, we miss your begging terribly. Nothing like sharing a meal with you. Dad finished your broccoli for you. Your memory is already a blessing for us. Wait for us. We will always love you.
