My friend wants to help me draw up a tribute tattoo for Moose. I've got the idea of it and such, I just need the talent, and that's where Peter comes in. This could most likely be the most helpful thing next to actually being there for someone. And I've known this kid for about 2 months maybe. It's reassuring to know I'm not making anymore shitty friends.

Also, eventually I will get a bunch of cats and name them after beer. Like Yuengling, Stella, and Pabst.

All I wanted to do was to not be alone. Everyone will tell you that they're so damn sorry, but they're clearly not sorry enough to be there for you when you need them the most.

RIP Moose, My Little Man.
5/15/02-11/24/10

You were the best dog I could have ever asked for. My original partner in crime. I know you knew how much I loved you, and you loved me back unconditionally. Thank you. You were always the brightest star in my sky. I'm sorry I couldn't be there when times got tough, I hope you know I wanted to be. I never wanted it to end up this way, I'm sorry. I wish you could've seen what I have here now, you would love it, especially in LA. Please, be good in Heaven. No picking fights with the big dogs, or begging Lola to drop a slice of bread for you on the ground. Soak up some sun for me. I love you.