29 Apr Mosby
As a pup, Mosby was a frenetic ball of energy. He started each morning rolling in delight, like he couldn’t believe his good fortune that I had chosen him. Unless he curled in my lap, he was never still. For the first month, it was almost impossible to photograph him without capturing a blurry head. Much to my delight, he quickly learned to strike a pose for the camera.
Over time, that wild energy grew into my loyal, steady companion—and eventually, my quiet observer. He was my “good protector,” who rarely barked unless he sensed a real threat, like the neighbors moving their trash bins each week.
Even as age slowed him down, Mosby still found joy in simple moments: a warm patch of sunshine, a walk on the beach, sniffing out the bunnies and squirrels he could no longer catch, and the sound of our familiar voices nearby.
One last weekend at the beach was his final gift to us—and ours to him.
He was, and will always be, a beach dog at heart.
We are heartbroken, but deeply grateful—for every adventure, every quiet moment, and every morning he spent curled up hogging every throw blanket on the sofa.
He was my heart.
He was, and will always be, so very loved.
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