Mo was not my grey, but I still want to remember him.
His picture appeared on our adoption group's website, and I fell in love.
We got to babysit him for a week while his foster mom was out of town--what a happy, goofy, silly boy he was! He had some kind of problem with his spine, and was very wobbly, but by the second day in our house, he was play bowing. By the third day, he was running and playing in the back yard with my bubbas like he was a kid. No easy feat for a wobbly 12 year old!
Mo was helped to the Rainbow Bridge last week. We won't forget you, big guy.