Chasing rabbits

Moose in Florida, 2007

I met Moose at the track in Florida on one of my trips down to bring Flocko back and work with Paul and Nancy. He was one of their favorites. He was such a cool dog, it was easy to see why they loved him so much.

A year later he and Mickey flew back with Karen. We called them the fly boys. He was one high-stepping, proud-prancing hound. He loved the acre and flew around as if he had wings on his feet.

This boy loved his stuffies and his squeaky balls and his sunshine.

Moose at Pacific City

He loved to go on road trips and the beach was always a bonus.

He gave freely of his blood to dogs that needed at the emergency vet. He calmly stood there as they captured the blood they needed.

At the Riverfront Park

I loved to take him out for the sunset, he was such a gorgeous model. He always looked so happy.


He started with limp last fall. We x-rayed him from stem to stern and could never find anything. He was such a trooper at hydrotherapy. I don’t know whether or not he really liked the water, but he loved his twice a week trip going for a car ride.

Last Monday it got much worse for him to get up and around. It has been so bloody cold here, I’m sure that had much to do with his difficulty getting around. I wanted to make sure that I had some beautiful photos of him so I set up my lighting in the bedroom. He was so beautiful. He worked the camera just like a super model.


On Saturday his eyes told us he was getting tired. My heart shattered into a million pieces as we thought about what was before us. I called our dear friend Nancy, even though I knew she would understand, I needed to hear from her too that our decision was OK, they loved Moose as much we did.


I can’t believe how empty the house feels without him. Moose was one grand hound.

We went to dinner with one of friends last night. As we told Terri about Moose, she looked up at us and said “Tell me about Moose, let’s celebrate his life.”

I will forever be grateful for those minutes we celebrated Moose. He would not have wanted anything less. He would have smiled for us and gone on chasing rabbits.

Tigger Breaker • May 2, 2002 to January 20, 2013




13 Replies to “Chasing rabbits”

  1. I was so sad to read the news this morning! Moose lived a life that any dog would dream of, though, and he was so lucky he had you waiting for him. We’re thinking of you, I know it isn’t easy!

  2. I just returned from vacation and am playing catch-up. I’m so sad to hear about Moose, and my deepest sympathy to all who loved this beautiful boy. You were wise and brave to do what was best for Moose. Moose…rest in peace, and I hope you have all the stuffies you could ever want.

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