Thank you Moe for allowing me to be a mother again as we celebrated this first Mother’s Day together.
A perfect ending to my first Mother’s Day with my dog Moe brought Stanley back into the day.
In a late afternoon walk with Moe as my husband and I breathed in the fragrant lilacs and admired the display of blazing pink azaleas we ran into the father of Otto, Stanley’s best friend. Dog parents don’t often exchange names but this tall lanky neighbor recognized us immediately as Stanley’s parents.
We knew him as Otto’s Dad. The man with the kind eyes.
His dog Otto, an 8-year-old yellow lab had been Stanley’s first friend in our new neighborhood and these two retrievers played as though long lost friends. Sadly and quite suddenly Otto died, 6 months before Stanley himself would pass away. I was heartbroken and shocked at his untimely passing. So was Stanley who continued to look for his good pal every time we passed his familiar house and he’d tug at the leash in hopes of seeing his friend.
We had not seen Otto’s Dad since getting Moe this past January and eagerly introduced him. Moe was in true form politely offering his large paw in greeting and wagging his tail like a metronome.
After a whole lot of petting, the dog’s Dad with the kind crinkly eyes couldn’t get over what a wonderful dog Moe is. He reminisced about how special Stanley was, how well cared and loved he was by us, as Moe sat upright, politely looking into his eyes.
Having these two worlds meet meant the world to me.
Especially on Mother’s Day.