How lucky we were. We got to spend eight years with this unforgettable spirit. Leaping horizontally over a leaf on the sidewalk. Turning on a dime to the call of 'Morgan, come" and barreling back to claim his reward. Ears endlessly on alert for the click of the cupboard, the crinkle of a food wrapper or the 'plop' of a potential morsel hitting the ground. Our floors may never be so clean.
Seeker of sunny spots.
Smushed-up face. Googly eyes. And those ears.
I don't what Morgan's life was like before we met him, but I know he had an awesome life once we did. From a very rough beginning grew a deep friendship.
I wish I had him for all 12 years of his life, but that we got 8 after rescuing him? Lucky. So lucky. We loved him so well. Our house was empty without him. My heart was broken.