Actually, his name was MoPed. I was going to name him Harley, but when my husband, David, saw how tiny he was (could fit in his tshirt pocket)...he said .."Oh No, it's too small for 'Harley' he's more the size of a MoPed..but of course he was called "Mo".
He was just barely over 4 years old when he died, and if dying so young wasn't bad enough, he died on my birthday last year...October 6, 2007...born July 15, 2003. He had been in & out of the hospital for two or three months with Pancreatitis and I had taken him back that afternoon on my birthday and left him so they could help with the pain that he was obviously in. I was sure that I would at least get to see him the following day even if I didn't get to bring him home. David took me out to dinner and I couldn't even enjoy myself for worrying about him and as it turned out my gut was right as we had message from Vet upon our return home that he had died. It's been just over four months and both David and I are still broken (almost) as bad as losing a child. Mo was the only 'child' that my husband and I shared. He has a grown son and I have grown children and grandchildren and we know the grief is absolutely different than the loss of our human children, but it does hurt so very much just the same. I put together a slideshow to music that I'm going to attempt to include with this post just to share my loss with my new friends who understand what I'm going through.

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