Our beloved "Chocolate Mousse"
whom we called "Mousse" left
us on Wednesday, March 29, 2006.
We first met Mousse taking
another dog from the shelter. Mousse was being
walked to the euthanasia room. When we saw him,
we decided that one-way trip would not happen
and got him out of there. We are so glad we did.
That quiet dog turned out to be a fantastic,
special dog beyond anything we anticipated.
Mousse apparently was considered
an outside dog by the heartless people who
dumped him at the shelter. Why did he have to
live a life of neglect, then be abandoned? His
rough, sunburned coat eventually turned a sleek,
rich chestnut brown as he shed his past in all
ways. What you noticed most of all were Mousse's
shining eyes. They showed wisdom and grace,
normally found in the eyes of older dogs who
have had far better lives.
Mousse's eyes also twinkled. He
made up for a miserable past and enjoyed every
moment of his new life. Mousse couldn't wait to
go to adoption shows. When a volunteer realized
he was able to catch treats midair, the
volunteer and Mousse soon had a regular game
where she would shoot him small treats in rapid
succession, to the delight of visitors and other
volunteers. Our boy Mousse never missed a
treat! He would dance back and forth for them.
Just a week before Mousse left
us, he started limping. At first we brushed it
off, thinking that he might have taken a
misstep. When the limp didn't change,
Mousse's foster mom took him to the vet, only
to receive horrific news: Mousse had a sarcoma
in his shoulder. Within days, the cancer rapidly
moved to the lymph system and lungs.
Mousse was set free on a
beautiful spring afternoon, comfortable in a
soft bed of blankets. He was alert till the end,
and even ate a few treats as if he knew that was
the last time and he sure wasn't going to miss
When a dog dies in foster
care, we are sad that the dog never found an
adoptive home. Sadly, few visitors
appreciated our amazing Mousse. But our
volunteers did, and especially Mousse's foster
mom who bragged about him and talked about her
"best boy" all the time. When she was whispering
to him as he was going to sleep, his tail kept
thumping as he settled into her. Mousse found
his home after all.
Mousse, you were one of the best
dogs ever. We will miss you terribly. Knowing we
will see you again doesn't make it easier to
live with your loss. Farewell for now, our dear,