She’s beautiful, isn’t she? That’s Morgan. Morgan is a 14 yr old Border Collie that came into our lives when we didn’t want her. (Picture taken about 3 weeks ago)

My ex husband (Nate’s father, L) is remarried. She, M, had an ex as well, J. J had a dog that was constantly locked outside all day. That dog was Morgan.

We traded J our guinea pig for Morgan. We thought it would be a horrible deal. It ended up being the best deal I’d ever made.

Morgan quickly worked her way into our hearts and every day life routines. She used to sleep in J’s bed but we broke her of that. Morgan has moved with us and adapted to cats and other dogs in the house. Her tail wags in circles when she is excited and she loves popcorn.

Over the 8 yrs we have had her, she has been like another child.. as so many people’s pets become. Monday, January 9th, Morgan leaves us.

After a long talk, and a year of pushing Shawn, the appointment has been set. I spoke to the vet’s office and they say she has cancer. She doesn’t walk well, her skin is a mess and well, she just looks at us like “I’m ready, are you?”.

As I write this, the tears are fast flowing down my face, streaming in hot rivers. She’s my Moo Faces, my Moo-ness, my Morgan Moo Cow. She is a constant shadow at my feet, especially during thunder storms, and the eyes at the table waiting for scraps. Morgan even has her own song “M O O ….. C O W … that spell Moocow!!” It started as a joke and just .. stuck.

But now, I have a 14 yr old dog that is tired, hurting and ready. She walks slowly most day, though the recent snow fall has made her a bit more spry, sleeps 90% of the day and barely goes out anymore. She’s old for a Border Collie (so I’m told) and now, we are saying goodbye.

She is Shawn’s baby. Logan is her boy and she has been his pillow on the floor more then once over the years. Lauren loves her and that was the only dog that would walk on a leash for anyone, especially Lauren. She is my companion while the kids are at school, my vacuum in the kitchen when crumbs or tidbits fall and my alarm clock if I doze in the recliner. She is “Momma” to Moz and easily one the most even tempered dogs I’ve been around. But, she leaves us Monday.

Below are some of our favorite pictures of her over the years. I can’t find the one of her and I curled up in the recliner right after we got her, but you get the idea. She will be greatly missed.

Christmas Day

Christmas Day with both our kids

In June at Mike/Hope’s house

About a year and a half ago. Shawn shocked her by picking her up