Though Moose was clearly uneasy about having angered Smuggz, he sat calmly on my welcome mat as I finished packing. Moose gave Smuggz the space he needed, and when we finally got on the road, he showed me the same courtesy. Moose was such an easygoing travel buddy that I actually forgot he was in the car at one point.
For the entire trip, whether we were on the highway or walking around the city, Moose kept his cool and always listened to Izzy's commands. I had never met a dog like him.
I don't remember seeing Moose for a couple of years after that, and when we did meet again, it wasn't under the happiest of circumstances. I had just packed up my half of my belongings and moved back home to figure things out after my first long-term relationship had failed. Moose and I were now living in the same town for the first time.
It had only been two days since my relationship ended, and I don't think I'd ever been more miserable. It was as confusing as it was painful, but Moose tried to make it better. I don't know if he could sense my aversion to dogs or if he gave me space for some other reason, but he didn't lick my face or even jump in my lap that day. Instead, he just sat by my feet as I focused all of my energy on not crying. Moose was silently supporting me, and it was exactly what I needed.
Over the next two and a half months, Moose would continue to help me heal. Shortly after I had moved, Izzy gave me an open invitation to work from her house any time I needed. I would write while Moose laid by my feet, and whenever I was feeling blocked, Moose would enthusiastically join me on my many mid-article walks. He was a constant for me when almost everything about my life was changing.