Goodbye Mosi

Reposting because I accidentally had a photo with a phone number in it.

Ijust needed to vent about this. I dog sit and I have 2 dogs of my own. The dog I dog sit frequently is named Mosi. I love her so much. She isn't even 2. She is passing from an osteosarcoma today. Her leg was amputated in August and she started coughing 3 weeks ago. Her owners did everything right and this sweet baby is still being ripped away from us in less than 3 hours. I just wanted to share my story with Mosi. When Mosi was born she was adopted by my good friend and his wife. He's a vet tech and has had many dogs before. Mosi is different. Mosi has a few screws loose and she can turn from a sweetheart to a demon on a flip without warning. The first time I dog sat her I slept in the basement with the door closed in fear of startling her if she came to sniff me while I was sleeping.

I was determined to make this dog love me. She was less than a year old at that point. For months I went over every few days, at minimum once a week. I fed her dinner and hung out for a few hours. Slowly, Mosi came to tolerate me. Then I dog sat her for about 2 and a half weeks straight and we fell in love. By the end of it I would dance with her in the kitchen. I would pick her up and chase her around. I would throw her favorite toy and she'd fight me for it to get it back. She came to trust me. Instead of barking when I came over she literally screamed from excitement and jumped all over me. Yesterday I dog sat for her for one night. I knew she was sick. I knew she was having trouble breathing. I knew it wasn't going to be good, but I wasn't prepared for the extent. Now I know my friend was giving me one last night with her. Just her and I and her dog brother, Murray. I thank him for that. Mosi could barely breathe. She whined and whimpered when she saw me. A half flight of stairs made her cough until she was blue. She wouldn't let me pick her up. We cuddled all night in bed and I sobbed when I left this morning. I knew it was her last day. I even brought her McDonald's and she refused a burger and nuggets. She was done fighting. She was ready to let go. She snapped at my wife and my wife cried. I knew it was because she was in pain. I knew that Mosi didn't mean it. She was just scared and hurting.

I just got the text I was dreading. They're letting Mosi go today at 5:30. It's 2:45 and I'm off work at 4. I'm going over to say my last goodbyes. I've been through 3 dogs with my friend, dog sat all of them. But Mosi is different. Mosi loves three people in this whole world. My friend, his wife, and me. Mosi, I love you so much. You deserve every burger you tried to steal. Every milkbone you asked for and didn't get. Every potato chip you snuck away with. You don’t deserve pain. You don’t deserve only less than 2 years in this world. You don't deserve cancer. I'm going to miss you so much. You're just... different from the rest.