Moose was not a dog. He was a member of the family, our faithful companion, the love that filled this house. He was daddys boy and mommy's protector.
Moose was 120-lbs, and wore a big Harley Davidson collar that fit his stature and his demeanor.
He was one tough dog before bone cancer took him from us.
We keep his collar and his ashes together on a shelf in the house.
He is home where he belongs.
Lately, we have been looking for a new collar for Rocco. We wanted a big boy collar for him.
I don't know which one of us suggested Moose's collar for Rocco.
It was not an easy decision.
Truthfully, when I had Moose's collar in my hands yesterday, I cried for him.
And secretly I hoped the collar would not work for Rocco.
But guess what?
It fits.
And it looked good on him.
Well Rocco, you have big shoes to fill.
Yes you.
2 comments:
Linda,
The collar looks good on him. I'm sure it was a very hard decision. I hope and pray he fills those shoes well. He is such a cutie! I love his blog!
Tracie
(tracieinme)
What a sweet post about Moose - and Rocco. The collar does look great on him - I'm sure he will do it proud :)
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