We made the difficult decision to let Mousse go in July of 2009. He was over fourteen years old, and daily activities had become a struggle for him. He maintained his good nature and cheerful attitude to the end, but he was clearly having a very hard time.
Mousse was born in Rockledge, Florida in December of 1994, and came to us at 12 weeks old. He was our companion on many an outdoor adventure, and was always a happy face and wagging tail wherever he went and whoever he met. As our friend Dave Grant said, he was a “Prince among dogs.” Not to say he couldn’t be willful and aggravating at times – his determination to escape the yard and wander the neighborhood at will was legendary, as was his skill at poaching and sneaking off with any unattended food item. But he loved his people, and his people loved him.
Rest in peace, you old rascal.