Mere words seem so shallow when trying to describe Moxie.
I owned her mother (Pom) and
father (1/2 Pom 1/2 traveling salesman)
before her. I had actually found her
a home as a puppy but they gave her back
and kept her sister.
My mother kept asking me “Mike
you are trying to find a home for her right?” “sure mom”
I’d reply but it soon became obvious
that she was staying.
We went everywhere together and
I mean everywhere! I never needed to
leash train her because we had a bond
that I never experienced before or since.
She was there when I opened my auto repair
a joyous day it was and she was there
when it closed two years later
supporting me all the way.
When she was 4 we hit the road
as I began a career of long haul truck
driving we traveled the highways
for eight years.
We saw all fortyeight lower states and
our adventures were many. Like the time
she chased a frog into a very green swamp
she just ran straight
into the slimey water
thinking it was still grass
boy howdy the look of surprize on her face
when she surfaced was priceless!
She loved to sleep in my lap with her snout wedged
between my arm and side
as the miles rolled beneath our wheels.
Her ability to communicate with me was amazing
We were so close that I knew
what she wanted or needed with
just a look weather it was food water
play or to go outside.
Her two favorite toys were her
ever changing squeaky toy
(her only goal in life was to desqueak all squeaky toys) and her sock ball
you could even tell witch one to get and
she would.
Moxie saw me go
from a single college drop out
to solid blue collar worker
to a Married white collar semi professional married man.
She was there at our wedding
when my daughter was born and
when we bought our first home.
Moxie lived a very full life
traveled over one million documented miles
and had enough adventures for three dogs.
One day we went to work and
I left her sleeping on our bed
I came home that evening to find
her still curled at the foot of our bed
just as I left her.
She had passed quietly without pain.
This story does not convey the life
love or true depth of emotion
this dog imparted on my life.
Just let it be known the “the Weasel”
lives on forever and I know
that she waits for me still
at the rainbow bridge patient as always
listening for me to say
“lets go truckin’ dog.”
With love and laughter,
Speed Racer {Mike}
| Moxie {Aquaweasel} |
| Michael Elkin |