I was 18 at the time. Moe was a typical boston terrier, medium build. google eyes big brown and understanding. He was given to us as a last resort. I saw him around the age of nine my parents meet me at my bus stop and said we had a new dog, but it might only be temporary.  Any way Moe was a good dog.  near the end he got sick and passed away in my room with me there. Sounds crazy but me and Moe had an understanding and I loved him so.

I missed him and hated to be alone in my room because I felt like he was there. I knew it was him because I didnt have my two cats at the time. We had no animals and it broke my parents heart so we had to lay off the pets for a while.

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