Eleven year old Moltz was saved from a gas chamber shelter in NC and went to a foster home. After a week, his foster mom fell in love and decided to adopt him. Six weeks later, Moltz went to the Bridge. But he did not die alone and forgotten. He did not die by himself in a kennel, or at the hands of a stranger. He spent the last 7 weeks of his life learning what itís like to be adored. He learned that the world is filled with marvels he had never experienced....televisions, soft, fluffy dog beds, car rides, slow walks in the woods, gentle voices and a kind hand. He learned the sound of his Akita Mommy's voice, and it was the most beautiful sound in the world. And when he left for the Bridge, cancer having invaded muscle tissue, causing him pain, that kind, loving voice was the last wonderful sound that he heard. Moltz knew, without a doubt, that he was loved and treasured, and his spirit will always have a heart in which to reside. When you adopt a senior, you know that you might not have much time together. But, the joy of the time together, is worth the pain of saying goodbye. You know that the final chapter of the dogís life was the best you could make it. It was so worth it. His mama was truly blessed to have him in her life.

Adopted 11/10/14 Died 12/17/14

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From his North Carolina friend

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