Villagers, meet the late Moose.
He was an 18-pound guy who loved to walk in the woods with me, and led me out of them once when I forgot where I was. I called my wife on the radio and had her call the cat. He took off for her voice, which I could not hear, and I was out of the woods.
We had 44 acres to roam together, until a neighbor poisoned him. He died in his favorite spot, the shade of a pine thicket from where he could watch us on the deck. It was his deck really that he let us use from time to time. Most often when I was reading a book on the deck he came over to ball up on the book figuring that is what I needed. It was.
He helped my wife plant in he flower garden to the point we had to lock him in the garage until she was done because he wondered under her nose as she put in each plant.
He is missed.
