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It has been a wild 17.5 years of loving you and there are so so many stories of your shenanigans. I’ll share a few of them to hopefully make some people smile in your memory. Feel free to share any stories you have of Moose. May his memory be a blessing ???????????? I was 18 years old when I went to the pet store to “look at puppies”. You were the cutest puppy I have ever seen. It was a Monday and I immediately put you on hold. I visited you everyday, for 5 days. Aunt Allison Antonison came with me once but I missed the parking lot. I pulled into the next parking lot and some how thought it was a good idea to drive over the grass divider between parking lots. I got my VW stuck on the divider. I couldn’t go forward. I couldn’t go backward. John Sommer had to come to our rescue. The best part is that the store was closed and we just wanted to wave to you. By Friday, I gathered enough money to bring you home. Helene Saphire thought I secretly had a baby when I came to the house with you hidddn in a pea pod dog bed, cradling you like a baby, and told her I had a surprise. She wasn’t wrong because you became her little baby. She wasn’t happy with me. After Kyle, the dog who welcomed me home from the hospital, died my parents didn’t want another dog. We finally got Bogey but he bit my dad and we gave him to a nice lady. For years after Bogey, grandma said she didn’t want another dog but I was 18 now and despite still living under her roof, I thought I could make my own decisions. She told you “you don’t live here, you’re just visiting” for weeks. My punishment was I couldn’t leave you home for her to watch. I had to bring you everywhere. I happily did. You came with me to frat parties in New Brunswick & on so many adventures. It was not a bad punishment and clearly wasn’t effective because I brought Kayla home the following year. Everyone met you and everyone loved you. My favorite memory of you and grandma was walking in on you two eating chips. I didn’t want you to have table food. Grandma didn’t know I was spying. She ate a chip and said, “chip for grandma” and gave you a chip, “chip for Moosey”. You were her first grandchild and she spoiled you. She fed you breakfast, lunch, and dinner and made you doggy omelettes until we moved out in Aug 2008. You were here favorite and she was yours. You cried a whole different type of cry when she left the house than when I would leave. I brought Kayla home in June 2008 and you were the best big brother to her. You didn’t attack her when she attacked you. You were a wonderful dog. Smart, patient, and loving. You occasionally bit men but that wasn’t your fault. An ex boyfriend abused you and you bit him, rightfully so. When Gary Saphire found out you bit the ex bf, he said “what a p****. The dogs teeth don’t even align, it can’t be a bad bite.” It wasn’t, you didn’t even break the skin. You knew that ex was not for me before I did. You were smart and you never forgot that some men are not good people. Pat Barton startled you once in the middle of the night and you accidentally bit him. You broke the skin this time and Patrick needed antibiotics. You definitely loved Patrick so we forgive you. You once ate 1/4 ounce of that asshole ex bf’s weed and I gave you hydrogen peroxide to induce vomiting. You were soooo stoned. A few years later, you ate a homemade pot cookie and spent the night at the emergency vet. I’m sure you enjoyed the peanut butter cookie but you definitely did not enjoy the high. I decided you should spend the night at the vet so you could be monitored and I could study for my nursing exam that was early the next morning. They gave you IV fluids and eye drops. When I asked why they gave you eye drops, the vet explained you were awake all night, sitting up staring out of the cage, not blinking. Thank you Grandpa Gary for paying for that and for a few other vet visits. I probably shouldn’t have given you a middle name of Ganja, it seems like I gave you a goal and you certainly met it. Im still not sure how you got that cookie off the counter…. In 2018, I brought home a baby parrot. Soca was a strange new creature & you were curious & yet again, immediately accepted another member of the pack. You were never jealous like Kayla is. In 2019, I met Patrick & later that year you met his boy Butters. A 70 lb pitbull mastiff goofball. He became another member of the pack and you just wagged your tail and welcomed him into the Saphire-Barton Zoo. In 2023, one of my dreams came true. Not only did I become a mother, you were still here to meet my baby. Without fail, you were there to happily accepted another member of the pack. You didn’t mind him pulling your fur or smacking your face, as babies tend to do. You were a great first dog for a baby to have to learn how to properly treat an animal. You are Benji’s first loss and I choke on the words to explain where you’ve gone when he looks for you. You were not the healthiest dog. You had 3 episodes of ataxia where your head was stuck sideways and you’d fall over. The first time I thought you had a stroke and rushed you to the vet. A few medications laterContinue reading “Moosey Ganja Saphire ????4/3/2007????10/24/2024????????”