To Moose
who has but one job --
to be an unconditional friend and confidant to a young boy --
and has performed his job with a loyalty and dedication
that is unmatched.
To Moose
who gets called upon to provide comfort
when the little boy is sick
or hurt
or scared, like the scene in The Lion King where Simba's dad gets trampled.
To Moose
who has been dragged along on vacations
and trips to the zoo
and even supermarket runs, where he normally gets left behind to wait in the car.
To Moose
whose little patch of white hair has mostly fallen out
and who has had surgery with needle and thread
to repair the hole in his mouth
and who has even been glued together
when the dog tried to chew off his nostril.
To Moose
who no longer smells like chocolate
and whose ears are worn thin
from the little boys fingers,
that rub those ears as a measure of comfort.
To Moose
who is called upon much less frequently than before
who spends most of his days waiting in the young boy's bed
until nighttime, when the boy is ready to cuddle.
To Moose
Who has been loved, and loved some more.
2005: Travis is almost one year old. Moose enters his life.
Moose, playing with Travis in a tote of newspaper shreds.
Moose standing in front of Notre Dame Stadium, about to go to his first ND football game.
Moose cuddling with Travis as we welcome new baby brother Noah to the family.
Moose with Travis, Grandma and Noah
Moose in Canada, cuddling with Travis and Trevor as they watch a movie.
Moose, zonked out with Travis, and the other kids, after a camping trip
Moose, today.
Thank you, Moose.
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