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MISSY MOO

 

left us for Rainbow Bridge on 6 February 2006 aged 15 yrs

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                               

                                                                                               

Christmas Day 2005

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

MISSY MOO'S ALBUM...

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

      

                                                          with Jack...                                                                             and baby Teeka...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Moo came to me on 28 January 1999 from the Manchester & District Home for Lost Dogs.

She had barked herself hoarse trying to explain to the never ending procession of prospective 'Mums and Dads'

just how perfect she was (and she was) for them. Her mate had been put down as he had a badly broken leg. I have often thought

that she was probably 'caught' as she wouldnt have left him alone.

When I met her she sounded something like a seal pup, but greeted me as if I were collecting her from being boarded,

waggy tail, huge licks and 'what kept you Dad??!'

It took a week of Glycerine, lemon & honey to 'mend' her broken voice.

One of her little 'Quirks' was, if you said "sit down Mooey", she would jump into the nearest chair!!

She welcomed the ever growing Afghan family as she welcomed me on that first day and was Mother, friend and playmate to each in turn,

always patient, always gentle but never taking any Affie nonsense!! and they all adored her,

just as I did...she was priceless

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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© Stuart Andrew/Andizhan-Matsugae-2003 - all rights reserved

We have a secret, you and I
 that no one else shall know,
 for who but I can see you lie
 each night in fire glow?
 And who but I can reach my hand
 before we go to bed
 and feel the living warmth of you
 and touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
and see ahead of me,
your small form racing with the wind
so young again, and free.
And only I can see you swim
in every brook I pass
and when I call, no one but I
can see the bending grass.
Author Unknown...