Hanna aka Moopy came to us in her senior years because of a death in our family. It was not an easy transition for all of us. And still, as the months passed, trust grew, and we learned how to be a new family together. We knew nothing about poodles and Moopy was a patient/persistent/stubborn/smart teacher…. I’ve never known such a gentle-mouthed dog! Fleet-footed, like the Huntress, she was also The Destroyer of Sticks, Hater of Scooters and Widdershins Around Tables. We loved her very much. There is a big hole in our life. When a door swings a little open my heart gives a lurch– will her spongy nose poke inside? I am comforted by the fact that her death was so easy and kind. She left life gorging on liver treats which she couldn’t eat when she was with us because of chronic digestive issues. She was so happy…. We were in the backyard in the shade of the trees. Birds were chirping. Her best toys were nearby.
I picture her spirit trotting lightly ahead, like she would do when I took her off the leash at the bottom of the driveway. That spring in her step. Her tail held high, that easy pace, so swift and graceful. Sometimes she would stop and glance back to see if I was coming. Then, reassured, she’d trot up over the rise and disappear.
Hanna AKA Moopy
