My dearest Moto was my first dog. At the age of 21, I moved to Colorado, and my husband and I went to the shelter to pick out a dog to keep me company, as I was away from my friends and family for the first time. The shelter staff said they had a little dog they wanted me to meet, and they brought in Moto. He ran right to me and wanted to sit on my lap. I told my husband I couldn’t leave without him.
We spent almost 10 years together, and he was the best company I could ever ask for. I miss him every day, and I always will.
