Moses, (we called him Mosey), was a puppy of our neighbor’s dog, Jesse, so I knew him from his birth. He was very smart, and as you can see in this picture, very kind – he loved all animals, even baby chicks! But someone did not love Mosey back – he was shot in his hind quarter and as much as the doctor tried, he couldn’t save poor little Moses. I will never understand that kind of meanness, and will always remember what a sweet, loving friend Mosey was.