September 15, 2012

Remembering Moose

God, full of love, dwelling in the spirit of all life,
may the spirit of Moose be accepted into your love. By the merit of his love,
may his spirit live on in the love of all life.
And let us say, Amen.

(Hebrew Prayer, compliments to Rabbi David Kominsky)
I'm not sure if you guys remember him. Nonetheless, my first best friend was a hamster. He grew very large (for a hamster) and very old, at one year and nine months. Moose enjoyed climbing his cage for attention and causing rackets that nobody minded; he was picked up every day and was allowed to chew on most anything. He had stays at friends's houses when I was out of town, and ate his fill of cherries when he deserved a treat, which was hard to hold back. Last night, when I took him out before bed, his eyes were sealed closed and he was frantic. I held him for several hours, just talking and singing a little. I put him back and slept elsewhere for that night, knowing his morning fate long before it happened.
Moose never got to go outside, and so that's where he is now, sheltered by trees and perhaps in a better place now.

Well Traveled, Buddy.

2 comments:

  1. May his memory always be remembered.

    Baruch Dayan Ha'emet

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  2. Thanks, Blaze - your understanding means a lot.
    Des

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