I lost my sweet Moo last week. Not “lost” like Leah’s disappearance, but due to a sudden and very unexpected death. A whirlwind of research, nationwide outreach and social media assistance led us to an incredible veterinarian and a promising treatment. But Moo was too sick and we were too late in spite of him getting two treatments. He was only ten months old, a rescue from a neighborhood feral mom meant to heal a broken heart after losing Leah. He did all of that. There was never a softer, fuzzier more cuddly “momma’s boy”.
There’s a huge backstory to this which I won’t be sharing on social media, but a new cause has presented itself and I will be speaking with others about how to best address it.
I miss him terribly.