Mogi

Mogi is dearly missed by Dana.

A few words:

Mogi was an 8 Month old Pomeranian. At 4 Months he came down with Parvo. I was heart broken to think that he would be taken from me so quickly. I wasn't about to give up on him even though the Vet told me he had a very slim chance of making it. He had said that it would be very costly to even try to pull him through.

But Mogi meant the world to me and I was going to do what ever it took to try to save him. I spent every day at the Hospital with him, twice a day, an hour each time, After 2 weeks of going through surgery, being on IV's, poked and prodded the Dr. called and told me Mogi had made it. It was the happiest day of my life! But 4 months later a worse fate happened to him and he was taken from me anyway. That is why this poem is so perfect for him. Because he did fight so hard to live, but in the end he still lost that fight.

"You fought hard to stay alive my friend.
In the end though you couldn't conquer death.
But niether did death conquer you.
Death cures all diseases, mends all broken bones,
breaks all chains and made you free at last."

"Though you are no longer with me in body, you will forever be with me in soul and in my heart. I love you Mogi!"

Forever, Dana