Many times, after her hospital visits, I felt that Moxie was releasing the sadness, sorrow, and heartache of the patients she interacted with in different ways. Some days she needed a long lazy walk, other days she wanted to run like mad in the field. Other times she wanted to play with her favourite rope […]

Shortly after my divorce, about 8 years ago, I was out walking Moxie on a cold, dark winter night. It was minus 35 degrees Celsius, windy, no soul to be seen around us. I felt hopeless, depressed and so very lonely. I did not recognize it at that time that I was in a downward