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HIS SPIRIT LIVES ON! ... BONER, THE PIANO DOG ... November 27, 1994 ... February 20, 2010

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May 08, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

THIS BLOG LINK IS FULL OF POSTS ABOUT MO FROM A WEEK BEFORE HE PASSED UNTIL ONE MONTH AFTER. IT HAS BEEN TIME SPENT FOR GRIEVING AND FULL OF HUNDREDS OF SENTIMENTS AND CONDOLENCES FROM PEOPLE WHO WE HAVE MET THOUGHT THE YEARS. TRAVELING PIANO PUP MO, HE AFFECTED THE LIVES OF TEN'S of THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE PERSONALLY AND WITH INTIMACY ON THE TRAVELING PIANO'S JOURNEY.

Mo and I made the absolute best of our partnership. We had it all. We did it all. There was not one moment where he was not present, where my mind was so consumed he was not there. There was never a moment where I did not have time or want to deal with him. We were apart for one week only in sixteen years. If it was not possible for him to be by my side when doing something, I did not do it. Mo almost always went into stores with me but when it was only for a few minutes I never had to be concerned that he would jump out the window. One of my most favorite times with Mo was to experience his joy in my return to the truck, every time. It was beyond joy a sort of wonder and amazement was included. Mo was my life dream, everything I ever wanted, I've wanted nothing else in life but to have the perfect relationship I had with him. He was without question the continuation of Bo. Now, my goal is to live in grateful appreciation and joy for all of that and move through the rest of my life fueled by the love we created together.

May 7, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

The one month anniversary of Mo's death is tomorrow and it weighs heavy on my soul. I've never been one to remember the day anyone has died in my life not even Boner. But, for some reason, I have a feeling I will never forget Mo's date. Maybe it is because his birthday means so much to me. I hope I can eventually let go of him completely and just live in the gratitude and joy of our life together. Going for a hike in nature without him might be the most difficult thing to do out of everything. It does not feel possible right now. I may save the first time for hiking to bury his ashes in the desert. I have had the spot in my minds eye since I first arrived in Las Vegas. It is in the Valley of Fire. It will be like going through his death for a second time. Just me and Mo. I let go of his body and when it is time to let go of his ashes it will symbolize my letting go of holding onto Mo in spirit. He will become a free spirit once again still in my life just not physically.

May 6, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I understand how people can take only so much of me or only in small chucks of time. My intensity and deep passionate nature has always been through the roof. That has never been a problem with Boner or Mo. Both dogs helped me with my uncontrollable desire to express my love and appreciation for not only them but for life. Whenever I was with Mo, just the two of us and I was fawning over him to the point that he could not take it always... he would turn the intense energy I was throwing his way into play. I loved and appreciated that about both Mo and Bo. They set the boundaries and limits of what they could take and knew how to adjust and direct my overbearing joy in being with them. Mo turned everything into play whenever possible. Whenever I got into my head and my energy became very dark Mo was right there to save my ass.

May 5, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

As long as Mo was giving and receiving love, as long as he still ate, drank water, peed and shit, as long as my rubbing behind his ears and scratching his butt was an enjoyment and felt good for him and he was able to respond, as long as he was able to experience a moment in a positive way... to put him down because he was also in pain would have been a selfish move for me to do. I know that joy and love can be experienced and felt through pain. It was a decision I worked through for a twenty four hour period. It became first about my ability to help keep his body functioning. Then it came to a point where my lack of ability was about to make the situation worse for him. And, his pain killers were no longer working at night. Another night would have been unfair for him and I knew we were at the point of no return. He would not have lasted a few more days.

As I held him in my arms at the last moment I had brought some pieces of steak and water for him to the hospital. He surprising gobbled down the steak like he was starving. I knew he was starving because he could not hold anything down and ate very little for the previous few days. But he could not eat before. I thought, was I starving him? And then he drank all of the water, a significant amount. I thought, "is he trying to please me so he won't be put down?" These are torturous thoughts. And then there is also the memory of my best friend Michael as he was dying. He wanted to enjoy every second of life no matter what and ate a cheesteak painfully slow to watch right before he died. Mo could have very easily have acted in the same mindset. Knowing my life experiences with others and my dog, that was a viable possibility. The bottom line is that he enjoyed eating and drinking water fully before he passed and I felt really good about that. I was able to give him the best that life can offer up until the very last moment. I'm going to go cry now.

May 4, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

People in my neighborhood are acutely aware when they see me of Mo's significance, that he is no longer here. They have never seen me alone without him and there is most certainly no pep in my walk. The condolences people have been sending really help. It is amazing how via email people relay their memories and experiences with Mo and I in details, whereas on social media the comments are much shorter and less personal as is the nature of the animal. When grief hits me, to call anyone on the phone does not help. I mean what is anyone going to say? And, I really have nothing to say and no longer do I feel a need to be with anyone. In fact when I become inundated with grieve I turn to Mo in my mind and enter our privacy together. Just the two of us going through feelings together I mean thats what we did. Our intimacy with feelings could will never be matched in any way and so it is appropriate when I have feelings about Mo now, to just be with him alone in spirit both of us together with our feelings. I feel better when I can do that. I can keep the memory of how good it felt in every way to be just hanging out together with no one else around and no matter how I feel,

May 3, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I've been sending personal emails out about Mo. My own email account keeps marking my personal emails as spam and will not send them through. So, I have begun to use Gmail, ugh. When people respond in Gmail, AI is trying to keep the conversation going (it watches everything we do online now) and... it is now trying to formalize personal correspondence by suggesting the words and intent of a personal conversation. It is giving suggestions for how to communicate and what words to use. AI wants to make our relating to each other like sterile greeting cards. People, please do not use AI for your thinking, your thoughts, feeling, comprehension and actions. There is nothing in the world happening now worse than AI taking over our minds because of those allowing that to happen. Those playing around with it for fun in anyway are fools who are getting sucked into it. God, I am so lost without Mo. I still go through the actions of working and living life but there is about as much in it all as there would be if I was living life through AI. The word that comes to mind is hollow.

May 2, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I could fairly easily block out that Mo ever existed in my mind. Of course then my grief would come out sideways through time. So, I actively pursue reality with gratitude of course when I can. I remind myself that my life has been completely fulfilled through the relationship I had with Mo. No one can actually know that personal feeling. People can know how others have incredibly close bonds with the animals in their lives. They can witness all aspects of the relating but in actuality only Mo and I know what we had together. Sometimes I call to him out loud or talk to him, tell him how much I miss him out loud. I search my spiritual world to find him hoping for a sign or feeling that he is still here with me in spirit. Of course I know all the blah, blah about that, And I also know its a matter of faith and belief not reality in the real world. Everything I do for the first time without him and that is really everything because I never did anything without him, it feels awlful.

May 1, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Age absolutely plays into my learning to live without Mo as death is not far away from me either. That fact does not help inspire me to reach into the the future with a new life. Writing sometimes helps. Here is some of that.

I have thoughts. They manifest through my mind. Sometimes it feels like I am not in control of them. At times it seems that both good and evil forces and everything in-between take control. I believe thoughts come from a collective human consciousness. I also can manifest my own individual thoughts. I have the ability to choose to participate actively or not in all thoughts collective or individual.

A higher power manifests all thought be it collective or individual. I believe that I live in a friendly universe with a loving God. Through gratitude for that, I can sometimes give all thought to the God of my understanding. As in "just give it all up to God." Nothing ever bad has happened when I can do that and in fact I can reach a state of utopia in doing that. There is unconditional love and total trust in doing that. Everything that is going bad and ready to take a turn for the worst, turns out better than I could ever have possibly have imagined when... I can let go of all my thoughts to give over to my higher power. This is the fact of my life.

When I feel out of control, if I can remember to remember, I run with trust to unconditional love and ask the higher power to direct my own thoughts and our thoughts as in a collective consciousness. It is a practice that always ebbs and flows in my life.

When it comes to grieving thoughts in my mind, I practice to allow the pain and sorrow while wanting to move through to a better place. Sometimes that happens only through the grace of God. Sometimes it happens without my realizing it. I sometimes can feel my being carried through when I cannot carry myself. I felt it through Mo's dying process. And several times over the last few weeks. As I believe that God speaks through other people, I also believe that spirit guides exist and God speaks through them, for my sake. Thank God for my guardian angle(s).

When I can remember to desire gratitude, appreciation, security, joy and love, I can then deal with grieving and ask the God of my understanding to direct all thoughts through me. Grieving is a natural part of human existence. It is important and beyond my understanding, a fact of reality. To not grieve is to negate reality. I am here on earth to live in reality.

April 30, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Pushing myself to keep going with the Traveling Piano is a must. I've still been going out to create music and interact with people, without Mo. The push for myself to just die now, at this point of my life and the journey... that is equally as strong as my push to survive and continue onward. The thing about that is... before Mo died, I made the conscious decision that I was going to go on living for you whoever is reading this and for all humanity. I remember way back at the beginning I would tell people who asked, what are you going to do once your moeny runs out (I had sold my home and belongings to fund the first ten years)I told them something bigger will have happened to keep me going or I will just walk into the forrest with the moose up north and keep on walking until I am no longer here. Now, the way to end it all with my age and the heat coming... just play myself to death on the Traveling Piano lol, that would be so easy to do just work myself literally to death. Not such a bad way to go. It would not take a huge push.

I've been wanting to connect with the woman who gave Mo to me but could remember her name. I do remember how she was not into being online ever so I was sure that I did not have an email address for her. As I began to look back into the emails of people who have met Mo in order to notify them of his passing, most... most randomly I saw the name Joslyn and remembered, thats her name! I opened the email up to find it was her email so I emailed my gratitude and the news about him and... the email was still good from over sixteen years ago and... she replied. How absolutely providential it was to be able to have that closer. I needed and wanted that so much.

I parked up the street today in the shade to create some quiet music. It will always amaze me that I can create music original and from my soul and know it is loved and appreciated and respected. There was zero chance of that happening in my mind before age 50. Hardly anyone was around today which was fine with me. But, some people did stop. A neighbor I've seen around but we never interacted before. A family from Edmonton, Canada where Mo and stayed many years ago when traveling to the north pole, they stopped as they were walking by. How crazy that the dad had been on the Traveling Piano before! And then another woman drove by, stopped and turned around to come back. She said amazed that she had just received her email notification about Mo today and that it made her very sad. She had been on the truck with Mo and her now ex-husband eight years ago.

Spiritually synchronistic and spontaneous energy is surrounding me to take care of and to validate, reassure that all is ok and good. Random happenings have been throughout my life. They show clearly, just keep going. Meeting the guy and his family from my childhood neighborhood back east the other day, the guy from Canada, the girl today and, to have these encounters on my neighborhood street with people not from the neighborhood, state or even country, where there is little foot traffic in the middle of the day... it is amazing.

April 29, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I do not want to let go of this month of April. It just represents moving away from Mo and our life together. Someone from a Traveling Piano experience eight years ago connected and we went out for lunch. You would think I might feel better? I did appreciate the friendship very much and how my interactions with people last, especially when they are only once and for about fifteen minutes. I came home to meditate and just passed out. Woke up with the realization that I was falling into a deep depression so I took an hour walk while telling God I need help and thinking how I am so done with trying to keep the Traveling Piano alive and trying to find funding to keep myself alive. I still enjoy the work but all that is involved to be able to do the work... I am just so done with it. Find help? Do something else? Find yet another way to stay interested and keep it all going? It has all been dying for a long time now. I mean forty years... My present state of mind is not just because Mo died although he did help me to stay interested in life, our life together. Todays photo is from one year ago this month. I have to consciously make the decision to choose thoughts of how wonderful it was verses what is no longer.

More Condolences:

During a 5 week stay with us many years ago, Susan Deer Cloud and I had a great time with both Danny and Mo. We still tell the story of Danny, Susan, and Mo being accosted on the streets of Woodstock NY by a screaming PETA woman, accusing Danny of enslaving the dog by "forcing" him to lie on top of the Traveling Piano. Susan, usually quite calm, had to be held back by Danny from seriously mixing it up with the crazy person, as her tantrum was obviously upsetting Mo. Near the end of Danny's visit, he left Mo with us while he went into Manhattan to see some Broadway plays (I guess he couldn't afford to buy additional tickets for the dog -- or perhaps he was going to see Cats). Mournful Mo, who was totally devoted to Danny, felt comfortable enough, in what I think was their first separation ever, to sleep on our bed with us.

Danny your spiritual bond with Mo was very special and unique. Thinking of you, my friend. Sending love.

I only know you on line, but I know Mo was a huge part of your world. Sorry for the pain. He had a great life with so much love!

Sending ongoing love and what a bond you had.

Oh, my, I am so deeply sorry to hear that Mo has left this earthly plane. But I’m also full of joy that he had the most amazing life with you, a pup couldn’t ask for a better human or more thrilling existence. I feel privileged to have met you and Mo, he was a very special special boy and I’m sure he will be remembered by literally thousands of people and remembered with love. You know he will always watch over you from across the bridge and he will always be next to you forever. May the sweet memories of his love and loyalty to help heal your broken heart until you meet again. Many hugs for peace and serenity.

Recuerdo ese dia y el tipo de persona. Alegre generosa feliz. Dios le acompañe en su nuevo viaje Grcs por compartir esta noticia. Un saludo

The most wonderful connection and love. We are so lucky to have Them in our lives. Keeping you in my thoughts with the loss of your best friend. Mo was lucky to have you and you were to have him.

Unconditional love. Easy! Memories Last Forever! You two had a beautiful bond.

I am so sorry Danny. I know the pain of this kind of loss. May the joy you've offered to others return to you now a thousand fold through the love and comfort of so many.

Hi Danny, I am so sorry for your loss. Losing a furry friend like that is never easy. I've seen the pictures you've posted over the years and he was always a happy dog. I hope you find peace. Mo will be well remembered.

Hi Danny, I am so sorry to hear of his passing. I understand the pain of losing a dog and its one of the hardest things to endure. Both you and Mo really made our day for my friend and me. It was such a unique experience to see you creating music from the back of your truck with Mo listening on the piano. After an extremely stressful work day, running into you both was something we both needed (and could never even imagine witnessing and partaking in something so fun). I hope you can continue doing what you're doing. It's a gift to have one special friend like Mo, but I pray you find another to bring you further joy in life. Rest in peace, Mo. You were such a gift.

Sorry to hear about Mo. I remember meeting him right after he came to be with you. He was great. Take care.

I'm sorry to hear about Mo. It's not everyday one walks out of a hotel room to be greeted by boogie woogie music being played from the back of a truck in the parking lot. Spending time with you guys was a lifelong happy memory. Feel glad to know that you make a difference in the world.

I'm so sorry for this enormous loss. I met you and Mo in 2014, at the top of Reddish Knob in Southwest Virginia. I remember it very well. It was a beautiful day.

Dear Danny, Thank you for sharing this with me. I was deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Traveling Piano Pup Mo. Sixteen years of companionship, music, travel, and connection is truly a remarkable life shared together. It is clear from your words that Mo was far more than a companion — he was family, a partner in your journey, and a beautiful symbol of gratitude, joy, and kindness brought into the lives of countless people along the way. I appreciate you taking the time to let me know and to share part of Mo’s story. The impact you and Mo made together through music, friendship, and human connection is something very special and rare in this world. Those memories and moments will continue to live on in the hearts of everyone fortunate enough to meet him. Please accept my sincere condolences. I honor Mo’s life with gratitude and appreciation for the joy he brought to so many, including through the moments we shared. Long Live Traveling Piano Pup Mo in Spirit. With respect and sympathy.

I'm sorry to hear the news. I do remember Mo, we met in Berkeley Springs. Happy to hear from you and you guys pop up in my mind from time to time. Always wondered where life has brought you guys. I wish you all the best and my condolences.

My sincere condoleances Danny. “When starting to understand humans, one starts loving animals” and I’m sure Mo has been more than just a phenomenal friend! Made me reach for a presentation I gave to 200 colleagues just after Covid (on the phenomenon of public pianos, music and communication with world citizens), using a slide on you both… of course 2019 is just when I met you both in person…

Hey Danny, Sending you lots of love and peace. I recall meeting you in the park in the Fairmount neighborhood of Philly some 14 or so years ago…. Crazy! While I know this is a grieving time for you with the passing of Mo, it warms my heart to see your email and to know you’ve been on your journey this long. All the best my friend.

Danny, Our hearts are with you. Mo had a good life. He is on the other side, playing with those who came before him, and they're all waiting their turns on your piano when you join them. The wounds heal, albeit slow. Peace, Brother.

Hi Danny- I just wanted to tell you that the few minutes I spent with you and Mo in the Santa Catalina Mountains outside Tucson was a momentous event that I have related numerous times. A perfect Saturday in the mountains, a glorious sunset; what could be better than a tinkling little piano?

Oh Danny, I saw on Facebook and I’m so sorry for your loss. When my friends have lost beloved dogs I always say “only dog-people really understand…” and Mo was so much more than just a good dog. I know he was your best friend. Sending love your way and hoping your memories and beautiful photos will be a comfort to you in your grief. You gave him a beautiful life. Much love.

Sadly, I read about Mo on Facebook, and I am so very sorry for your loss. On May 30, it will be two years since I lost my dear boxer dog Cash (named for Johnny Cash), and I still have his toybox under my table as a reminder of his devotion and love. Cash brought great joy to me and my family, but Mo brought his light to so many people who needed it. You and Mo have helped so many people and I hope that knowing that brings you some comfort. To be closer to family, I will be leaving Nevada sometime this year, but I will always remember your posts and everything you have done to help the Las Vegas community.

Hi Danny, So sorry for your loss, there's never enough time, no matter how long they are with us. Mo had a wonderful life with you and with everyone you two met - spreading love and being loved every day of his life. Sending warm, healing thoughts from Finland.

Hi Danny, My condolences. I was 15, when I had the chance to play your piano with your ever so calm dog. My heart is broken. I didnt expect the news. Im so happy for the joy he brought. Thanks for sharing photo memories with the world. Blessings

Wanted to share this, I have all the pics you sent me after meeting you and Mo.

I was enjoying Mo's photos on Mastodon as he traveled with you and others but I was wondering how you guys were doing as I didn't find more posts. I wish I had been able to hear you play along with Mo. You can't put into words the heartbreak when you lose a dear furry friend. But 16 years was a good life. I wish Mo thrive in heaven watching you, and you will continue your journey, with or without another dog.

So sorry to hear this. My wife and I spent an otherworldly, unforgettable evening with you and Mo at the base of Gates Pass in Tucson back in 2012. Warn evening with a cool Desert breeze, sky ablaze with stars and your beautiful music in the back of the truck. While Mo's passing is sad, I feel sure that his life of adventure, love and joy, surrounded by so many people who came into his sphere, was one we would all gladly take. Peace, brother.....

I saw him years ago, and I have always remembered you both. Some souls simply leave a mark that time does not erase, and Mo was clearly one of them. Thank you for sharing this. Reading your words, it is easy to understand that Mo was never “just a dog” — he was a companion in the truest, old-fashioned sense of the word: heart beside heart, mile beside mile, song beside song. Sixteen years of that kind of devotion is something rare and beautiful in this world. The joy he brought to people lives on long after the music fades from the street corners. I think many who crossed paths with Traveling Piano Pup Mo carried a little more warmth home with them afterward, whether they realized it at the time or not. Rest in love, Mo. Long live Traveling Piano Pup Mo in spirit.

Danny, I'm so sorry for your loss, it's heartbreaking. I send you love in your sad time.

Hi Danny, I must admit I lost track of you two. I am very sorry to hear that your faithful companion has passed. No doubt he is keeping the beat wherever great dogs go. Looking at your web page you can see he was a hero to a lot of people. You gave him a great life as he gave you. Your travels are quite impressive. Wishing you the best!!

My sincere sympathy to you. Smile knowing you were his world (just as he was yours.). What a wonderful life you gave him. I am certain you have a hole in your big heart. Piano Pup Mo will see you again. Thank you for sharing your lives and making the world a better place.

I am so sorry to hear that you lost your truly best friend. I remember your excitement when finding him all those years ago and how he was the reincarnation of Bo. His wet nose and four paws gave you a a reason to carry on on the dark days, just as Scooter does for me. I once heard it said that they live shorter lives than we do, so that even though we will have to learn to go on without them, their entire lives are spent watching over us. He made thousands of people happy in his long life, and that is something few can achieve. You gave him the best life and he will always be an inseparable part of you. I think of you often. Take care…

Mo was a grand spirit. Thank you for hosting his journey on this plane. Much love to you and him as he transforms. Love is never lost, it changes form.

So sorry to hear about the passing of Mo. I knew you when you stayed at Surkan's at Port Charlotte, Florida.

April 28, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I began to eat Mo's food today. He ate frozen batches of mixed fresh string beans, rice and chicken and other dishes everyday that I cooked along with his dog food. Dog food in the morning, real food at night and also homemade treats of apple, oats, peanut butter and honey. Cooking for Mo was all about love. I began doing it about two years ago. Throwing up in trying to eat his food today was on the forefront of my mind but it turned out ok. It was not my food, it was Mo's. Just like when I make food for the homeless. I never eat any. It is not my food. And with exercise, going for a hike in nature by myself will be very, very, very difficult. My routines are falling apart in not a good way. I always knew that making sure Mo was getting exercise and stimulated with fresh air and nature and socialization with people was helping to get all that for myself too. Now, I do not have the incentive and I do not have to and do not want any. I am the total cliche of not being able to do for myself but being able to do for others and especially for Mo. I want to think in terms of being happy for his life, past. Ugh, my physical depression tells me that subconsciously I am not truly feeling that and need to do better. But also, I have been slowing down myself with or without Mo. I been experiencing for years how the two of us were slowing down at the same pace.

April 27, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

If you are just finding this blog page... Traveling Piano Pup Mo passed away on April 8th. I wrote about how he came into my life on the April 5th blog entry. There are two choices for my life right now. Gratitude or Hell. I can choose to live in a spiritual space of gratitude or in hell, that of grief and suffering. Sometimes it comes down to living in the moment while I choose to stay out of hell. I can live in gratitude through hell but not the other way around. I miss nothing concerning my soul mate Mo as long as I choose love over lose. Yesterday was so bad. I do not want to block out the grief. For a month I am going to give this blog over to Mo. He was in fact my everything. When I feel his no longer being with us, life has no purpose or meaning anymore. I know it is simply a matter of choice. When I think about how fortunate I have been, what a fantastic life in every moment we had together, if I can separate that while accepting the fact that there is no more, will be no more in this physical rhlem, then life is ok. It even can feel good. If I try to fill my life with what I had with Mo, that is not going to work. I will need to let go of Mo and fill it in every way but. The only way is to be happy in the moment. How am I going to go to the movies without my buddy. How am I going to explore nature without my buddy, how am I going to feel the joy we created for other people together walking down the street and the only companionship I've ever wanted on going in my life. How am I going to enjoy the memories of what has sustained me and no longer exist? Gratitude is the only choice.

April 26, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Today has been the most difficult yet. I'm doing the best I can and even forced myself to go out an play, interact with people as it did not rain like it was supposed to. I feel afraid of my life circumstances, the place I have to live in is raising the rent, the truck expenses, two hundred a month less coming in to pay for needs as of this month, just being able to afford life going forward. Mo was my buffer for that fear and insecurity. I was hoping that condolences people have been sending would help with all this. I one hundred percent appreciate with all my heart the outpouring of love, validation, reassurance and acknowledgment but I am still falling down a deep dark hole in my small room without Mo here next to me on the bed, the anticipation of going out for a walk before we go to bed and oh my God, waking up alone. Just laying on the bed I go to shift my legs with consideration of how and where he is laying... he's not there. I thought about medication and no, I am just going to experience life as real as it can get in spirit and pray for the best of all worlds.

More Condolences:

Mo and his smiling face and gentle kind demeanor will remain in my heart forever. What a fabulous life he had with you and so many people around the country. Peace and love

Thank you so much for sharing this with me. I’m so incredibly sorry to hear about Mo. What a beautiful soul, and what a beautiful life the two of you shared together. It’s so clear, even through your words alone, how deeply loved he was and how much joy he brought to everyone lucky enough to meet him. I took some time to read through the page, and it honestly moved me. Mo wasn’t just a dog, he was truly part of something bigger, a symbol of kindness, connection, and the simple magic of bringing people together. You can feel that. Thank you for letting me be a small part of that story and for sharing him with the world. I’ll absolutely honor his life with appreciation and gratitude. He clearly left a mark on so many people, and that kind of love never really leaves. Sending you a big hug and a lot of love during this time. Long live Traveling Piano Pup Mo.

I am so incredibly sorry for your loss. I know that kind of pain all too well, and my heart truly goes out to you. I know how important he was to you, and you gave him such an amazing life. You were both so lucky to have each other.

I am so sorry to hear about Mo. What a wonderful life he had.

I’m so sorry to hear of his passing. He was a very special boy and brought you so much joy. He’ll always be with you spiritually and sound and music.

So sorry to hear about Mo. It's true that they pour all their love into their short lives with us. I hope you are doing well. It was a pleasure to meet you and Mo and again my deepest sympathies for your loss. Take care brother,

So sorry to hear about Mo. WIshing you memories that make you smile when you think of him.

My sincere condolences. May Mo rest in peace. Take care of yourself and thank you for making Mo's life great.

MO was great. Those who were loved are truly missed. Be well; he is worth remembering.

So sorry to hear about Mo! He was deeply loved and truly so sweet.

I’m so incredibly sorry. This really saddens me. Mo was such a cutie, and I feel lucky to have met him. I even got a couple pictures of that guy.I know how hard this kind of loss is. Mo was so special, and I know he was your world. I’m thinking of you, Danny.

I’m so sorry to hear about his passing. I was just thinking about you and your dog and why I haven’t seen you in so long playing the piano with him above you on your truck. What a beautiful soul I’m so glad he was there to bring you joy and happiness and peace for the last 16 years. I would like to do a little digital painting of him if you send me a photo of him and you together I will do that for you in honor of him. Thank you.

Thank you for your email. I’m sorry to hear of Mo passing. What a beautiful soul he was. There’s no question of the love you have for him or the love he gave. Thanks again for sharing. Here are our photos together.

My sincere condolences. I'm very glad that you had another full year with him - you were worried when we met last April. It's really been a year! Time. Sweet time. The day in the Valley of Fire was very special and I'm deeply glad I got to take you two there. Wishing you all the best, much love and peace! From Berlin, Hendrik

Danny, we're so sorry to hear about Mo. We can just imagine how difficult his must be for you. You guys were the dynamic duo. We're truly saddened.

I know you gave him a loved life and you will be together again, over the rainbow bridge.

Thank you for the oasis of joy you have been all these years. You two are precious and irreplaceable. I’m sorry to hear of the passing of your beloved Mo as well as other close friends. Your grief is all too familiar.

Hey danny , so sorry to hear. I went through and found some photos and video with mo in them sharing here.

Thank you again, Danny. I've been following your postings at Facebook but look forward to reading more in-depth materials at your blog. Again, my deepest condolences go out to you.

I am very sorry to hear about Mo. That is truly sad news. Thank you for letting me know.

Oh i am so sorry but what a wonderful life he had! So many wonderful comments on your page too.

Losing a companion is so devastating. I don’t know that I ever recover from a loss, but the wound just scabs up and leaves a scar. Some people just don’t get it. I need a lot when I am hurting, so I tend to cut myself off from the world than be a burden. I probably can’t handle doing this to myself again, so I’m not going to. I’m glad you are exploring your feelings and sharing them in your blog. Maybe that is a good healing process; to share the pain and get some support.

I am saddened to learn of your friends passing. I know he will live on in yours and others hearts who were privileged to meet him. My very best to you.

I'm so sorry to hear about Mo. You were both so fortunate to have had each other. Sadly, I believe our fur babies always leave us too soon. Peace be to you.

Danny, I'm so, so sorry for your loss. What a beautiful life you and Mo have had together, such a gift to be able to give and receive that kind of unconditional love to each other for so many years. He will always be with you in spirit and in your heart. You're never alone. Sending lots of strength, love and little coffee money on Venmo

I am so very sorry to hear about Mo's passing. To have a spirit like his (and Bo's) with you for so very many years and then to have him travel on, is so very hard. You are an inspiration to so many people with your caring and sharing. I'm glad Mo was part of your life and helped you continue your journey. Blessings to you and to all of your traveling companions, where ever they are in this journey of life.

We will be sharing a memory of when you came to our Pride Festival on social media. If there is anything in particular you would like to say to the community at large, let us know. You've touch so many lives. Peace

So sorry to hear of your loss!

Thanks for sharing. And I’m so sorry for your lost.

Thank you for letting me know about your dear friend's passing. I'm so sorry for your loss. I lost my best friend, Gracie, a sweet pit-pull about 3 years ago and still feel the depth of her absence as well as all of the dogs I've been graced with in my life. It is truly like losing a family member when they go, always too soon. I appreciate the time you let us spend with your wonderful Mo.

I'm so sorry danny. i loved seeing you and mo around the arts district and it was always such a bright moment in my day. the loss of such a companion is devastating and i hope that you know how much joy others experienced thanks to you and Mo.

Thanks for letting me know. So sorry for your loss. We'll be thinking of you and Mo!

I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Mo was absolutely one of the best dogs that I've ever met. I still have the photo of Mo and myself while sitting at the piano. Unfortunately, one of the hardest things about having our babies is when we have to give them back to heaven. Again, my sincere condolences for your loss.

I'm so sorry you lost your companion. That's the sad thing about pets, is no matter how long they live, it just isn't long enough. They are so pure, we deserve more time with them. Mo had an amazing life with you and got to do things and see things most dogs don't get to. Thank you for giving him a wonderful life.

Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear about Mo. Sending you much love. I will hug my dog extra hard for you today, they bring so much joy to life I can’t imagine what you must be feeling. Keep your head up!

Hey bud, sorry to hear about Mo. He was a sweet pup and he'll be missed. Next time I see you while I'm out for one of my walks, I owe you a hug.

Oh Danny, I'm so sorry for your loss. He was such a wonderful kind soul. I hope you are giving yourself all the time and space you need to grieve for him. I know you must be heartbroken, you loved each other so much. Thank you for letting me know. My thoughts are with you during this difficult time. Sending you love and strength.

Hi Danny, I am so sorry to hear about Mo. What a wonderful life he lived sharing joy. Thank you for sharing this with us.

I’m so sorry Danny

So sorry for your loss. I have a fond memory of Mo.

Oh Danny, I'm so very sorry to hear about Mo. He was absolutely the best companion for you and such a sweet pup for all who loved and adored him like me. I hope he passed peacefully. Funny thing is I just came across your picture playing the piano the other day. You are so very talented, please take a break but please don't stop, you bring so much happiness to everyone you touch, me included. Mo may not be physically by your side anymore but his spirit will always be with you. Hugs and prayers.

It's a slow journey, but a good thing it's moving forward.

Nameste

Literally one day at a time, Danny

We were so sorry to hear about Mo’s passing. Glad to that his spirit is living on in your music and the stories you will forever have from your years together. You gave him the best life any dog/friend could ask for!

Grief is real even with our animals especially if we treated them like our own kids, they are our family too...

Your lives together have been inspiring! Thanks for sharing like you do…

April 25, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

The day was cloudy and windy and cool with rain forcast for tomorrow so it was a perfect day to go out with the Traveling Piano. I was afraid to do it without Mo and really had to push myself using the idea of the perfect weather and how soon it will turn too hot to go out and play. I drove to Main Street in downtown Las Vegas two blocks over from where I live. I feel more and more hesitatant to play there now because the street is becomming very touristy. I had helped to get the street started by spending time on it for the first few years it was becoming developed. A part of me does not want to give the street support anymore because none of the businesses or city have supported me. I stopped giving to takers when this journey began.

I met a guy with his friends and family long gone from the Philadelphia area where I grew up. Ready for this? He was born and raised a few blocks over from where I was born and raised in the Mayfair section of Philly. His family moved to Bensalem Pennsylvania where my family moved at 10 years old and he went to the same grade school as I did. He lived a few blocks from where I lived and where had my house when I sold it for this journey. Although, he was about 20 years behind me in all that! Earlier, I met a guy with his new pup who was sober and in recovery for a long time. I told him my story about Mo and how he came to me in a recovery meeting. His pup was the first on top of the piano since Mo passed.

For the first almost hour, no one paid attention or even looked at the truck as they passed and there were a lot of people on the street. It felt weird and I began to feel I did not belong there, the street is becoming too commercial. I thought Mo is not here to pull them in. But, during and after the first interaction... people walking by who had heard me playing earlier all began to comment on how beautiful it was, a lot of people. The music was blending as always, seemlesly into the environment in the best of ways. After about two hours I could feel myself sinking physically and thought about how it will take its toll once I come down from the energy rush I was in. The entire time while interacting with people I was keeping tabs on Mo as always but... he wasn't there. My best buddy is gone. God help me.

April 24, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

It was amazing. Every single day of my life with Mo, he made me smile or laugh at least once. I was very conscious of that fact, everyday. When I wake up in the morning my first thoughts are "Musical Fun, Friendship, Respect, Empowerment and Inspiration." Then I think, "Thank you for Mo, thank you for the bed, the room, my food, the finances to pay for everything, when I go to pee... thank you for the toilet"... lol, I work my way into gratitude everyday. And, I try everyday to spend forty minutes with singer Deva Premal's gratitude (gayatri) mantra. The mantra is my safe place, if I can feel just a moment of "knowing" while doing it I know everything is ok. Something special would happen in everyday if I do it. Thats been waning over the last year. For half the time with Mo, he would get a massage to help keep his body fresh and flowing. Also, I know how much he enjoyed the feeling of being in his body. That was one of my first experiences of him, seeing him enjoy feeling being in his body. Until I am done notifying people I am going to use this blog as a grieving process. Thank God I have it as a way to grieve and I know others are with me in this process. I have said this about many things in life, before having a dog, when I was younger, if I ran across all this writing and attention and focus on a dog, even though I liked dogs, I would consider it irritating, uncomfortable, over indulgent, gross and even pathetic. Now... here I am and you see and know me as in... it is what it is... real and everything worth living for.

April 23, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

It has been two weeks without Mo and my life feels empty. I go through all the actions to keep going but with no joy. My spirit is dark. I've never felt good, alone. I know it takes time but I do not feel I have time to take now at seventy years of age. All things pass and that will take the grace of God for me to have it happen. I've collected belongings over the last few years, emotional memories from my past that I gave away when I let go of my house and belongings for the sake of this journey twenty years ago. Cut crystal, Pysanky Ukrainian eggs, vintage seasonal decorations for my room and I've no one to give them to if I should die. I care about them too much to just throw them out or give them away randomly to people who cannot appreciate them as I do. The fact that I cannot leave this world while I still have these possessions is helping to keep me alive! Lol. Such a dilemma. My living expenses are going up with contribution going down and my ability to work for contribution, also going down. Blah... blah... blah... I miss Mo terribly. He was my love and joy in living.

More Condolences From People Finding Out:

My most sincere condolences. I wish you nothing but the best.

I am so sorry to hear about Mo. That is truly heartbreaking news. He brought so much joy to everyone who saw him. Thank you for sharing him with the world. He will be missed, and I know that he will continue to be with you in spirit. Until you see him again at the rainbow bridge...

I'm so sorry for your loss. Thank you for letting me know. You both made so many people joy and it will not be forgotten.

Thank you for sharing this with me. And thank you for sharing your dog with me, my school, and the world. He was special for sure, and I am so very sorry for your loss. With love and sympathy.

So sorry to hear about Mo, Danny. What a loss.

I’m really sorry to hear about Mo. Sixteen years of that kind of presence and connection is something special, and it’s clear how much he meant to you.

What you built together—bringing music, joy, and genuine human connection to so many people—is rare. You can feel that just in how you describe him. I’m grateful I got to experience even a small part of that. Thank you for sharing him with the world—and with me.

Thinking of you. Im so sorry for your loss.

Thank you kindly for letting me know about Mo. That is truly sad news. He was a wonderful companion and brought a lot of joy. I certainly appreciate being included in the remembrance of his life and spirit.

My deepest condolences to you.

I’m so, so sorry Danny for the loss of Mo. You both bring so much joy to people! Mo touched many lives and hearts and lives on strong there. Stay strong!!!

I still remember our day in December vividly. I was having a really tough time with work and getting settled into Vegas during that time. I on a whim chose to get fresh air at Red Rock Canyon before having to head to my job. What you were doing with Mo was a wonderful thing and honestly really helped me that day. I’m really happy you have the blog and I’m sorry for your loss. Warm regards.

Such a special and beautiful bond! .... It was such a pleasure to meet you both. Especially MO

Beautiful Memories!

I will always cherish Mo’s short visit with me years ago. Great dog.

Peace to you, Dan, as we quickly move on to our own light.

I am so sorry to hear about Mo. The two of you and the amazing bond you shared was such a beautiful thing to witness. It was two spirits in total sync, loving and supporting each other in all the best ways. What an incredible life you gave Mo! He was so loved and so blessed to be with you full- time. Travelling and spending time with their #1 Person is a total dream doggie life. Mo absolutely Lived the Dream.

Thanks for letting me know. Sending so many hugs to you!I hope you are finding peace, and new horizons to explore. Mo will always be with you in spirit, but I'm sure you are sorely missing the physical Mo. Hang in there pal.

Cheers Mo -may the angels play a piano for you for eternity

We're gonna miss ya Mo

Aww so sorry for your loss Dan

They are so hard to lose, but live forever in our hearts

May Mo live on across the Rainbow Bridge & in everyone's heart.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Sending Love

Rest in Peace Dogo

I remember meeting Mo and you in valley of fire a few years ago. He brought so many people a lot of joy! Don’t think any other dog has witness so much music and created sparks of happiness in people’s days. His memory lives on.

I’m so sorry about Mo. I remember we met you and Mo right 2 new years ago. By far one of the best interactions to have with 2 complete total strangers. Sending much love to you.

Mo is forever in our hearts

Sorry to hear. My condolences

Met Mo awhile back when you came through Colorado Springs. I’m sorry for your loss and send my love as his legacy lives on.

So sorry for your loss, he was such a good pup and brought so much joy to everyone that found you guys.

*HUGS* So very sorry, Danny.

Nooo im so sorry for you. I had the chance to pet him in Las Vegas in january 2025. My heart goes with you.

Sending love

It was always amazing to see Mo and the gang. A true loss for our community.

Met Mo in the parking lot of Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes in Death Valley National Park. First time I’d ever been. Mo hopped up on the piano while the mister played Bittersweet Symphony beneath the blazing sun and the bluest sky. One of those moments outside of time. It really is bittersweet, ain’t it?

Thank you Mo. What a long and fun life he had.

Rest happily and peacefully Mo

I miss you ,Mo. .... Sorry for your loss .... Rest in peace, Mo

He will always be remembered fondly. Rest easy, Mo.

It was always amazing to see mo and the gang. A true loss for our community. Thank you for giving Mo a great life. Rest in your paradise Mo! Thanks for providing so many smiles to Nevada! You will be missed! Let the music play in your honor!

I’m sorry for your loss, I’m sure y’all had many amazing days together.

I’m so thankful I got to meet Mo. I hope he knows how much happiness he brought to strangers from all over the world. Rest well Mo.

All the love to you and Mo .... Sending you all the love

Mo is the sweetest, so loved by you and all.

Sending love to you and Mo .... Love you n mo so very much.

I send you my warmest thoughts. I will always remember our meeting in 2012 at Lake Powell.

Mo is the sweetest. Sending so much love!

Thinking about Mo.

Sending you so much love, ur baby brought so much joy to the arts district.

All the love to you and Mo, thank you so much for the memories and inspiration.

I’m deeply saddened that the two of you are physically parting from each other here, but you will remain close mentally and emotionally for sure. Sounds like you both are the best of friends and had a great life with each other even in the toughest times. Forever pawprints within your Heart and comforting hugs within Mo’s.

So sorry about your loss. Mo was a great traveling companion. What a great life he had.

Danny, thank you for getting in touch. My sincere condolences to you for the loss of sweet Mo. He brought so much love to the community. Seeing you and Mo downtown on Main street would uplift the day and make any day brighter. Thank you for bringing people together. Mo sure left his mark.

So sorry to hear this sad news. I still have the pictures with Mo and my daughter. They are one of my favorite pictures. My thoughts are with you at this time of sadness. Condolences to you and everyone who knew Mo. Take care. Kind regards

I'm so sorry. No words will make it better, but my heart goes out to you. Those of us lovers of furry companions know the ache. They take some of us with them on their journey. Those private moments where it was just a quiet hang. Wishing you the best.

Thank you for reaching out and sharing about Mo. So sorry to hear about him. Thank you again, and hope to keep in touch.

Danny, I'm so sorry for your loss. Feels like yesterday I was sitting on that truck with Mo cranking out some tunes. Fly high sweet prince.

Peace be with you Dan

Hi Danny, Very sorry to hear of the passing of Mo. I know how very special he has always been to you, just like Boner was in his day. I do remember when Mo was a pup as he began his reign. Will never forget either one them.

Oh man, I know from personal experience how you must feel. My heart is with you, and Mo will always be with you, too. It's good to hear from you.

That’s so sad! Thank you for sharing his passing with me. Losing a family dog is so hard, it feels like part of you passed with them. God bless & comfort you.

I am so sorry for your loss. I always have fun memories of you helping me move my bookstore and of playing the piano in the back of the truck in the middle of Old Town with Mo sitting on the piano.

April 22, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

How Mo came into my life is written on the April 5th post. I have been given the grace in life to have experienced a relationship of pure 100% bond, love and nothing more... no agenda, obligation and beyond expectation. It was all about a natural trust in that existence. I have loved people and people have loved me in life unconditionally... alongside personal dysfunctions. But with Mo and Bo before him, the love was not along side of any dysfunction. They had their own issues but not in relationship with anyone but themselves. I often thought the total acceptance might be as a result of total dependence on us without choice. One of my main goals with Mo was to give him that choice. He had it for his entire life. As a result our existence was love, pure 100% love. That love manifested out of trust. I trusted him as a dog with 100% respect for who and what he was. He trusted my stewardship of him 100%.

One of the greatest gifts Mo gave to me was in how he showed that when I was totally angry with him... It only happened a few times in our lives together... in my intense and passionate anger and with him being off leash I would call to him and he would come to me no matter the level of anger I was displaying so I could put his leash on. I never punished Mo, ever. There was never any training involved for him to come to me when called and he never did it without his own will on the matter. There were a few times when he was too fearful of something else to come to me but it was not in relationship to me. His responding to my commands were natural and nurtured from our first moments together. Throughout his life that felt miraculous for me.

This is our last photo together just a few hours before he died.

Here Are Some More Condolences:

Meeting you and Mo in Berkeley Springs, WV was unforgettable. I was actually thinking about you both fairly recently. Now I know why. There are no words for such a huge loss. Very few of us will ever have a teammate like your remarkable, beautiful, special and precious dog. Mo was one in a million.

Dear Danny, So so sorry for your big loss…and thank you for taking the time to include me in this tenderness of Mo merging with the great divine spirit just after hearing the Gayatri Mantra. I hope you are ok and getting all the support you need to help you in this phase of having to get used to life without Mo's physical presence. This is so big. My heart is with you. I send you all my love.

... I'm sorry to hear that. I'm glad I got to see him again before he went. I'm sure you're feeling very lonely without him. It WILL get better.

I am so sorry to hear that! I know how much he meant to you, he was your world. You are very lucky to have him for 16 years. And I'm sure the memories are endless and treasured. You've captured his whole life on film and pictures. He will always be a part of you and may He rest in peace.

Please find comfort in knowing that you gave Mo a wonderful life.

Thank you for letting me know about your sweetheart Mo’s passing. I am so sorry for your loss and heartache. Always good memories of the two of you. Wishing for you courage and blessing now and in the weeks to come. May life continue to offer it’s very best to you!!

Thanks for letting me know. I'm so sorry about your loss. Mo, like all our heart/soul animals, made the world infinitely better.

I keenly recall meeting you both. I still have the photo (My Wife, Mo & Myself). Take solace in the long-lifespan of your companion. It’s a long life (16 years) for a dog. It’s really a great thing he was in your life.

Much appreciated, you let me know… Much

So sorry ,Danny. Such a lot of joy you two brought to everyone you met. You have a big hug coming when next we meet. I'm in California much of the year now. Thank you for your friendship.

So sorry for your loss. Mo is in doggy heaven playing with all the dogs I've lost before, running around on the streets of gold.

I'm very sorry. You had an incredible bond, and I know this is painful for you. I valued your visit many years ago, and hope you are doing well.

So sorry to hear Mo has passed. You made a good team and brought joy to many. Praying for healing of your loss and God will carry you through. Keep trusting

I am so very sorry to hear of your loss! Your visit to our school was one of my very favorite surprises for the students and they loved it so much (the adults did, too)!!

I’m so saddened you lost Mo. But feeling blessed you two had so much time together and making memories also bringing happiness to so many. Love you.

Your loss of Mo as a pet, companion, traveling partner, friend and so much more will be felt by the enormous number of people you both touched in your travels.

Sending you lots of warm (((Hugs))).

I’m so very sorry. What a loss that is and yet you had such a beautiful life together and alas, all things must end. It is the rule of life.

I hope you continue spread love and joy! Your gifts are amazing and precious to this world.

I remember seeing you and him quite well. I even have a couple photos. I can understand well, how he was your world.

My life partner Judy and I met you and Mo back in 2014, when you were visiting the Cooperstown, N.Y. area where we live. We are so sorry for your loss. Please be comforted by the blessings of 16 wonderful years together, and the knowledge that he (and you) touched thousands of lives and created thousands of smiles and memories.

So sorry Danny, I and many of us know how sad it is to lose a wonderful pup. You will see him in the future at the Rainbow Bridge. Take care.

So sorry to hear about Mo. He had an amazing life with you! I am so sorry

Thank you for updating all of us on Mo, I am so very sorry for your loss. As a dog lover and owner my entire life and also having experienced "the one" who was that extra special friend, I know how very painful it is when you lose them. I am happy that you got to have 16 years of warmth, joy and love with Mo and have the memories to fill your heart forever. I enjoyed meeting you and Mo in downtown Berkeley Springs, WV while visiting my mother several years ago. Thank you for sharing your love of music and Mo with us all! Take care

So sorry to hear about Mo. He had an amazing life with you! I am so sorry.

Oh my heart goes out to you. That is so sad. Mo was an amazing dog. He was lucky to have a dog dad who loved him so much and gave him such a wonderful life. Please don’t stop spreading the love of music to the community!

Thanks for letting me know about your pup Mo. It is so very sad when a beloved pet dies and I want to express my condolences to you.

What a great life you have been having and bringing so much joy to everyone you and Mo have met. I hope you can keep it up.

Oh my goodness! Keith and I are so very sorry to hear this’ I remember Mo. What a beautiful boy.

That is really sad news. I'm so sorry to hear about Mo.

April 21, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Through Mo, I had a living "being" to explore and share nature with, the beauty of the world and to be in awe with. The sharing of my life has always been top priority for me. I learned to trust myself more through Mo, gained self-respect and strength in spirit. Through Mo I enjoyed other people and there was nothing more beautiful than watching him in play with another dog. He wanted to be with me in every moment. I memory came back from when we were in Palo Alto, California staying with someone new who also had a dog. They could not stop playing with each other. The new friend I was staying with drove Mo and his dog to a park about a mile and a half away. About a half hour later I got a phone call that Mo had run away while they were in the park. Palo Alto being a completely strange area for us, I began to panic. As I ran outside to get into the Traveling Piano truck to go looking for him. There was Mo, outside the door. He had run out of the park, across a highway and down streets he had never been on to find me in a strange neighborhood he had no knowledge of. In spirit, he found his way to where he wanted to be and it was with me. The feeling of my being wanted unconditionally and so intensely through my love for him cannot be compared to anything else in life. To love and be loved in return, I've had that for my life and want to remember that, need to stay grateful for it. I've had that through two dogs as one.

Condolences to Share:

Mo is your boy. A precious one at that. It takes time. It's an awful loss to endure. You gave him a love-filled life. Take comfort in that.

I'm glad that I was able to meet Mo (and you, of course). It's good that you guys had each other to create all those happy times together over the years and to impact others' lives in positive ways.

Our condolences

*HUGS* Danny. I am so sorry. Sending you all my love and condolences.

Bless you Danny. Grief is heavyweight. Hold yourself tight and consider that Mo is watching from afar, no doubt missing you, too. It'll take time, as you no doubt remember.

Holding you in my heart.

Sending you love and prayers Danny

I’m so so sorry…I know this pain all too well and I’m sending you such love. Be kind to yourself as you navigate this painful journey.

My heart aches for you and your loss of Mo

You let me love a dog that I never even met and who brought such joy to my life!

I have followed Mo,Bo and Danny for your whole trip. Helping People The Joy Brought to Us! God Bless You!

Thinking of you, sir.

My heart is breaking for you! I've been through this so many times. You never get use to losing a family member that is loved. You were both loved and made beautiful memories together that you can hold on to. Soon you will think of Mo with smiles instead of tears!

I’m so sorry for your loss Danny

Such beautiful souls, and it's beyond Amazing to me to think of the thousands of people who Mo has brought joy to over the years. I am so grateful for the tremendous gift of having met and been inspired by you both in my life, and I continue to share about you with my children. So much love and light to you Danny as you move forward without Mo physically in your arms, but always present with you eternally in heart, spirit and every other way possible

Thinking of you.

What a wonderful relationship you've shared!

The joy on both your faces is a reflection of the love you’ve shared.

May God give you strength Danny. and a smooth journey for Mo.

Danny.. ..I know.. so surreal.. so hard.. sending love..

We are here for you

You guys loved each other so much.

You brought each other so much joy

Thinking of you in these hard moments

R.I.P. Mo You were so loved and gave so much love. I’m so sorry for your loss Danny.

So sorry Danny Kean. It’s so hard to lose our precious babies especially when they brought so much joy to so many!!!!

What a happy dog! His smiles are beautiful! I am sorry for your loss, Danny. You were both lucky to have each other.

I glad I got to know him…. His sweet face reflected his spirit….

So Sorry Danny! Know They Take Your Heart! You Were Great Pet Owner! Mo with Bo Now! God Bless!

Sorry for your loss Danny, Mo was your best friend, partner, your everything… I’ve felt that loss and still feel it 7 years later

Condolences.

My condolences for the loss of your beautiful friend.. run free Mo!

My heart is breaking for you

I am so sorry, Danny.

My deepest condolences.

I'm really sorry Danny.

His spirit will always be with you Danny

I’m so sorry…

Om Shanti

I'm so sorry for your loss of Mo, he is always with you xxbr>
Petite pensée de France

There is nothing as hard a losing your best friend. I feel for you.

Danny, you gave Mo a great life(as you did to Bo)! I hope you will be okay through this grieving!

Bless you on your journey Mo

I feel like Mo was my dog friend too.

Such a beautiful dog. I'm very sorry. It always hurts so bad when they have to go.

Mo meeting all those people was outstanding. He never barked, or growled, or jumped up on them. He was a fantastic dog and you can see he loved everyone he met.

Thank you Danny for the happy moments you've shared with me and my children and millions of other people. You are a person who gives me faith in humanity thanks for everything you do!

I am so sorry. I know it is hard, pets are our family and our everything. Prayers for peace and strength.

What a hero.

I wish our best friends could live forever. Mo has been such a good boy, such a mellow fellow. He will be missed but all the happy memories will be with you forever. Goodbye Mo say hello to Bo and both of you watch over Danny.

May God bless you and Mo. This is a hard parting, but it is clear you will always be together in spirit. Love to you both. Take care, Danny.

Awe, blessings, I’m so sorry Danny. What a wonderful, loved life he had. Over the rainbow bridge you go fur baby. xx

So sorry for your loss

So sorry Danny, he was really something special.

So sad to hear.

Oh Danny, I’m sorry and send you love and prayers. I’m sharing your pain but also rejoicing you had Mo for your journey. Holding you close.

Danny, I am thinking of you with love and friendship. Sending you all the love possible!! Words cannot explain how beautiful your bond was with Mo. Such a treasure and such a blessing!!! Love you

Sending love to you. People are lucky if they have one dog in their life time that is their soul mate. You have been blessed with two.

Sorry for this hard loss.

We are so sorry for your loss. Fly high, sweet Mo.

I'm so sorry Danny. My hearts broken with you

Beautiful Mo. How blessed you both are to have each other. Until you meet again!

Sending you oodles of soft, healing light.

God bless wonderful Mo in doggie heaven. We all loved this pup!!! Condolences Danny!!

It hurts so much! I’m so glad you gave him a fabulous life, filled with love and adventure! Now he will run and play, filled with joy as he awaits the day he’ll see you again across the rainbow bridge. "If dogs don’t go to heaven, then when I die I want to go where they are." Will Rogers understood.

Sorry. Dear forever on your heart. I will try Siberian after these 20 years. I talked in my dreams.

I’m so sorry for your loss. There are no words my friend, but know we are here for you.

Danny…. He lives forever in your heart and soul..You had such a bond and so much love..Where you and he went, all that you brought to so many all over this country during such hard times.. You were gifted to each other .. such a Loss for you.. it is hard.. I hope you have support you need..much love..

Thanks to Mo for giving so much love to so many.

Danny.. thank you for sharing Mo’s life.. your life with him.. you truly have left a big loving legacy with your Music.. your reaching out to folks from all walks of life..It is amazing..Mo knows this in his way.. just the Love, bond, you have shared..we need more of You.. Mo, Bo .. in this world..Bless you both..

April 20, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

This is going to be a Mo month of grieving. I want to hold space in gratitude for having him in my life. Other people may not understand and it might even irritate some and, I should care about that? When Bo passed, everytime I write the words Bo and Mo together, I am strongly reminded how Mo came into my life. I want people to read that miraculous experieince. I posted it on the April 5th blog entry on this page. For starters, Mo had already been given his name when we connected. When Bo passed I posted comments of condolence that people sent. I'm going to do that again now concerning Mo. Sixteen years on after Bo in this journey, I have the ability to reach only a fraction of the people who interacted with and enjoyed his being. But I do the best I can. It would have been better in my mind to have sent out the notice a day or two after he died but I just did not have the where with all. Here it goes...

Condolences:

Hey Danny‚ Its been a long time, but I just heard about Mo, and I couldn't not reach out. I‚m so sorry. Sixteen years is such a beautiful, full lifetime, but I know that doesn't make the loss any easier. Mo wasn't just a dog, he was your road partner, your constant, a part of every mile and every note you shared with the world. He was there while you brought music and connection to so many communities, and I know he felt all that love right alongside you. There's something really special about a companion who's been with you through so many chapters of life. That kind of bond doesn't fade, it just changes shape and stays with you in a different way. I hope you‚ are holding onto all those memories of the adventures you had together. Sending you a lot of love and thinking of you during this time.

What a special baby...sending love

Such a cool dog. You were a perfect duo!

I can just hear him say “ I am a happy dog, a happy happy happy dog!”

He lived a wonderful life with you Danny.

You gave him such an amazing life.

Wonderful life together!

You and Mo are like beautiful poetry and if you ever wrote a book I would want to read it. Thank you for sharing your journey.

You will always have Mo in your heart. He offered you so much in this life and you can bark bark back at all of it for him.

What an incredibly lucky dog! How wonderful that you have so much of his (and your) happiness in pictures!

Danny, you write so well.. and capture the essence of your bond with Mo..So beautiful.. and look at all the adventures you both had..Wow! Awesome.. and amazing.. Thank you for sharing these precious moments.. Mo, and Bo.. so unique .. just as is your gift of music you share with so so many.

Sending hugs and sympathy

He had the best life. The best!!! Xox

Rest in peace Mo

I am so sorry. Mo will be missed by all of us.

Best pup ever. I’m sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry to hear about Mo’s passing. Sending you my prayer and thoughts

My most profound condolences, Danny. I am so, so sorry. Please let me know if there's anything I can do for you. Meanwhile, I know Mo will be waiting for you at the rainbow bridge. Much love.

I’m so sorry! What an amazing boy and what an amazing friendship you had! And you are an amazing guy! I loved all of the photos. Love and hugs.

So sorry you lost a very special friend!

So very sorry for your loss . You gave him a wonderful life.

Best to you sir.

You two are an extraordinary pair. Sending so much love tonight!

Sending Love and prayers to you and Mo

Incredible memories, Danny. How I wish I could have met you and Mo in person! Your daily updates are much appreciated, though it must be painful for you.

Godspeed, Mo- journey well, buddy. At first I accidentally wrote it "Godpeed"- maybe that was humor from beyond......

Prayers are with you both. Pass easy Mo. You will be remembered by so many.

Ah Mo. You are such a beautiful boy, both outside and in. I will miss you as you go gently into the long dark night. And, Danny, I know you know that one day when it's your turn you and Mo will meet again where he waits for you at the bridge. All my best with deep respect, admiration, and love you both have done for us all.

We think of you both all of the time.

Mo…a legend!!!

RIP Mo, thank you for all the joy you brought to this world!

So sorry Danny to hear of Mo’s passing. You were the very BEST. You and Mo did so much for the community. Always in our hearts.

May his memory be as a blessing.

I’m sincerely sorry for your loss. He was a good boy.

I’m so sorry to hear this Danny. Loved getting a chance to bump into you and Mo and the sharing part of your story. Much love.

Thank you for having such a good companion and allowing such a good death for Mo. Remember how you found Mo and be looking for the spirit of Mo !!?

Ahh my heart is with you.

Sixteen wonderful years of life, love, and adventure. What a blessing it was for you and Mo. I envision Mo and Bo sitting atop a piano on the other side. Love to you, Danny.

Aww! So sorry to hear that! I'm sending prayers & good vibrations to you & Mo.

Peace and Love All The Time

RIP Mo!!

My heart is with you in these moments of life when you need strength. Thoughts and prayers going out to you, Mo, and all those who knew him,and admired him...

My sincere condolences on your loss of Mo. He had a wonderful, loving, fun life with you.

Big hug for you.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Lost my tya bear a few years back but this will always be one of my favorite memories! Stay strong and know they are never far from your heart.

Sorry to hear that Danny. Sixteen years of unconditional love and wonderful memories.

So sorry to hear about the loss of Mo. The two of you had great adventures together. Hold onto all the wonderful memories.

Thinking of you.

Sixteen wonderful years of love, laughter, and adventure-rest easy handsome Mo. Sending hugs Danny.

Sending love and peace.

My deepest heartfelt condolences. What an amazing 16 years you all shared! Mo and Bo will be waiting for you, Danny ... Sending healing thoughts and prayers.

My best to you in this time. I know how hard it is to lose such a loyal pal. What a beautiful life you gave each other.

I’m so very sorry for your loss.

I am so sorry for your loss, Danny, and so glad that you have shared Bo and Mo with us all these years. God bless you.

I am extremely saddened by passing of your spiritual mate. It is a very sad day but keep your strength in knowing he is just transitioned into another dimension and will be with Bo. Together they will be keeping a place for you eventually to reunite.

I'm so sorry for your loss. Sending you so much love.

My deepest condolences and biggest hugs, Danny. A lot of folks are sad tonight, as we have shared many years of Mo’s stories. My heart is with all of yours. But especially with Danny’s. Run free, Mo.

So glad we met him and you in CO Springs. Big hug for you and I know you gave him lotsof pets/pats from all of us.

Condolences on the loss of handsome Mo.

April 19, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I'm not looking for pity or sympathy, I'm just documenting the journey and how I feel on maybe the deepest level yet. Everyday, I walk as much as possible. Actually, it is more like I drag my body alone in the world with everyone seeing that. For sure, people are noticing me on the streets without Mo. We were a "thing" here in Downtown Las Vegas. I think about those homeless walking the streets with no one, especially when they are not used to it yet. It is one thing to have empathy and compassion for others. To live what they are experiencing emotionally is a whole reality in of itself. Even though their situation is worse, doesn't help me. I meditate for 40 minutes, try to take deep breaths, sleep as much as needed, have been creating music, I'm eating, reaching out to people, working with my art photos, watching comedy television, working on thinking positive thoughts... people say give it time. Time for what? I'm seventy years old. There really isn't that much time left. Last night I broke down emotionally so hard I thought I was going to explode, for real. I just could not take it. I've really no one to hang out with. My dogs were my hang out buddies. Nights are the absolute worst. There were two friends, they died along with Mo, for good. Other friends live far away.

I think about the lose families, mothers and fathers, what they deal with for example in Uvalde, TX... the anniversary is coming up of when all those elementary school children had their heads blown off. Mo and I were there. Trying to think about how others have it worse doesn't help. I am determined to keep giving everything I have to offer for the world until I die. Even if I need to be a professional about it and fake the joy and fun, I must find a way to do that from within. It is feeling like this journey is coming to a close. I know that feelings are not always facts but its feeling pretty factual. If I had the resources, a decent truck, (it looks like shit and is falling apart) a decent piano, place to live, financial security to take care of myself physically and have some fun like eat out, see a show, etc... resources are dwindling along with my physicality and ability to emote with my spirit, that is getting less and less. Its not so much that I miss Mo. I knew he had to go. We had the best of all worlds together and to the fullest. It is that I am lonely as all get out. Ok, yea... I miss Mo. I miss him terribly. I miss that I will most likely not ever have a dog on my life again because of circumstances. This is where I must be a realist because I pretty much know what I am willing to do and not do at this stage of the game. Create circumstances and resources in this time period of life by myself... as I have had to do my entire life? Yea... no, I'm beginning to feel done. Not to be a downer. No one ever said death in anyway with anything can be fun and full of joy.

April 18, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I'm really thankful for my friend Annette at Pawsitive Difference Pet Rescue who picked up the vet and cremation tab for Mo. She has helped feed him and has paid for his medical needs for many years. I've gone to several of her adoption events over the years but we have never been social. We went out to lunch for the first time the other day. I think she can sense I need a friend right now. She will always have a friend in me I hope, as she has been the perfect example of someone I really want to hold onto... a giver verses a taker. When I first asked for help, there was zero hesitation, she did not need to know anything about me. When I began this journey back almost 20 years ago it began with the fact that I was done giving to takers. That is all I ever had in my life, takers. The short Traveling Piano relationships have been perfect over the years because I ask for nothing and do not know if the people I interact with are takers or givers. I want people to give to Annette's Pet Rescue in appreciation for all she has done for Mo. Zelle: 702 435 6422 ... CLICK ... PayPal: PAWsitiveDifferencelv@gmail.com ... Venmo: @PAWsitiveDifference-PawsitiveD ...It was such a beautiful day I went outside and created music on my street for about a half hour. No one interacted except for a neighbor who came over to say hi but someone, I don't know who, sent $15 bucks on Cashapp, lol.

April 17, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Nights are really difficult. It is when I miss Mo most. So, my thought is I must exhaust myself and that will help me get to sleep. It was a beautiful day. I went to take the truck out to create some music. First thing, flat tire. Got that taken care of and then I created some music. The notes were simple and basic and slow and I focused on having intent in every note. Creating music slow and with intent can be as exhausting as fast and crazy. I interacted with a few people musically. My two closest friends, they were going to take stewardship of Mo if I died well, Mo died and so did that friendship today. After years of professing care and their creating expectation of saying they would be there with me in support when he passed, they were a no show in fact it was an anti-show. I told them I was hurt and would need time to process the hurt and was specific. They were like, no process the friendship is over. And then they went over the top in trying to hurt me but that went no where. I had already been hurt to the core. It also destroyed any chance of reconciliation. People really show who they are when a loved on dies and those emotionally immature often strike out to hurt others especially when suppressed guilt is involved. It will take awhile for me to process what happened. That and Mo, a double crashing down whammy for my life.

April 16, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Even though I knew 100% it was time for Mo to die, at the same time I knew he did not want to die, he did not want to leave me. His focus was on pleasing me, serving me more than ever in his dying hours. He showed a love for my acceptance of his troubles at the end and my adjusting in every way to make his leaving as smooth and full of as much love as possible. At the same time he worked to not make it difficult for me to deal with him as his body just shut down in every way. He tried with all his will to pee and shit outside and not on the bed. He tried so hard to eat and drink and keep it down. He tried so hard to stand up for me when his back legs no longer worked. He had no problem showing he was enjoying our few last walks in the sun while he laid in his wagon. When I think back about the last week and how he thought and acted in every moment to love me, to show appreciation for me, mind loses control and not in a good way. He was so very tender in his ways until his last moment. His tenderness always amazed me. I feel so alone well, I am alone and this living for and with myself alone, there is no direction in it. Everything is in the moment. When I lay down to try and go to sleep I cannot stop my thoughts, memories and realization that I must live in a new reality. At times I cannot feel Mo was ever in my life I can only feel myself... alone. I miss my buddy so much. I walk around and say out loud as I said to him several times every day we were together, I love you Mo. Now I find myself also saying out loud, Mo I miss you so much. God, please direct our thoughts.

April 15, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Last night I slept eighteen hours. I think there was something seriously wrong with my heart with several issues. Most specifically how my breathing was shallow and I just had no ability to move physically, it was difficult to walk down the street. No, I am not going to any hospital or doctor. I feel better now, am aware that I am severely depressed and no, I am not going to take any medication to pharmaceutically bring up my spirit. My goal is to stay natural. I'm trying to eat ok, I am taking a walk everyday, usually I talk with someone although that has almost come to a stop, I am taking a break from facebook so all those people I am not in contact with. I am around someone everyday. I can't play music right now because the energy is not there. I am writing like this, right now, sorting through emails to notify people. My email server keeps stopping my ability to do notify people because the system thinks I am sending out spam. That pisses me off tremendously, anger helps keep me alive. I am enjoying the outdoor air and the sun through my door. I keep it open. I am also spending time in meditation on gratitude everyday. Its a practice. Too bad I do not have energy. I am missing my window of opportunity with the weather and playing music on the Traveling Piano before it gets hot. I am afraid to go out into nature and really don't want to. Mo was my catalyst. There is nothing new to explore around in nature around here. Did it, done it all with Mo. By myself just... ugh, no fun. Hopefully in the future like years from now if I am still alive.

April 14, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I went to pick up Mo's ashes today. It would have been nice to have had someone with me. But then again, there could not be a more personal experience, a special moment between just me and my dog, just the two of us in a special relationship as we have had so many times in life and now it is in spirit. In the spiritual world there is no such thing as a "special" relationship. Well, I am in the physical world right now and that is the feeling I want and need. The idea of just Mo and me in this process of his having gone, just the two of us going through this process, that gave me comfort. Although, my heart is amazingly heavy over this. Before ever having a dog I would get aggravated that people were so invested in a relationship with any animal. Now, I get it, I understand fully. This is very different from when Bo passed. First of all it is like having had a 30 year relationship with a dog. This stage of my life I am in, that plays a huge role. I had expectations for support that I did not have with Bo. Those expectations turned out to be a huge fail. I was on the road with Bo when he passed and life was full of distraction and much more. Spiritual signs to move forward were stronger and in my face. Now, my heart feels heavy, very heavy. It actually hurts. My breathing is shallow, there is no energy. The ability to help myself is at about a thirty percent capacity. I am going to sleep at 6pm because... I can't stay awake. I placed his ashes on top of my clothes bins. The area was not meant to be a shrine but it absolutely looks like one with my Christmas candles, my mothers Ukrainian eggs, my friend Gertrude's porcelain humming bird, Mo's ashes and the water color painting that was gifted of us both together.

April 13, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

After coming home from creating music for the first time without Mo yesterday, I had a complete emotional breakdown. No crying, I was too weak for that, just a collapse into a deep sickness until the late morning. Too bad I did not feel rested. My life right now sucks. My support system (or so I thought I had) sucks. This is a real life lesson on standing alone, not the first time but without question worse than all the others put together. I know I will get through it. Get through to what, I am not confident that anything will be better for my life in the future. I am failing physically, the truck is falling apart as is the world... finding gems of joy in all that just, ugh. The dog rescue woman who has helped us wants to get together for lunch for closer. I have Mo's food, medications and other supplies to give her. She said our getting together is for Mo and that hit a button. I texted, it needs to be a get together for me, for us with Mo as the catalyst or I will just drop the stuff off at her house. I remember when my best friend died and his mother wanted to continue relating which I also wanted. My best friend was to be the catalyst for our new friendship. She wanted a proxy for her son. Forget that. When Boner died another friend could only relate to me through the dog. Forget that. And so that was the button pushed today. Not going to happen. One of my close friends finally called. It was because he began to wonder with a bit of worry. If he had been in touch at all, since I had told him Mo died six days ago, he would no reason for concern and I would have felt safer myself. The lack of his support which he had vowed to give during this time, has helped to create what he is worried about.

April 12, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I jumped back onto the truck today to create music for the first time since Mo died. Actually, it was more like... crawled up into the truck. At the start of the first musical note a woman named "X" came over and we spent time talking and doing the Traveling Piano thing. Then for about forty minutes, I just created improvisational music sometimes losing myself in the notes. The spot where I was parked, Mo and I would spend time there when wanting to be alone. I came home and emotionally shut down like passed out for a few hours. The worst part of the day is going to bed at night. I've not gone to bed by myself in sixteen years. The feeling is just excruciatingly awful. I am so dragging my body around. I pulled out all my photos and signs from storage yesterday to take to a new spot for a new possible Traveling Piano Photo Gallery... again. I went there today to start setting up and the situation is already a problem. The idea of moving everything back into storage well, I may just toss everything. I can't take it anymore. I'd lose years of work and money invested but... I just can't take it anymore. Today, I also began to email people on my list to give notice of Mo's death. I'm not liking this being alone, not at all.

April 11, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

My heart is so very heavy. That translates into my physical being. I am not depressed just totally sad, weak, tired and grieving... feeling very alone. It would be nice to have people surrounding me and spending time with me, oh well. That has never happened in my life. Last night I got a facebook friends phone number and we talked for the first time. We've never met. I'll never feel good about the fact that I am the one who always has to do the reaching out for attention and for my needs in life. If I retreat, I will wither away and die so I do what I need to do. There is not one close friend I want to call and talk to because it feels humiliating... their not reaching out to me first in this time of need everyday. I need to know they care through their calling to check up on me, that they want to talk with me.

My need for them feels like I am begging for attention if I call them. That is from the way I was dysfunctionally raised and it is a true alcoholic mindset and thank God I have tools to deal with it after over forty years of constant work to stay clean and sober. Ugh. It is what it is and I do what I have to do. So, I reach out to strangers to talk because I am too embarrassed to call those close to me. If I had a close friend who is going through what I am going through right now, I would most certainly know they are in a weak, vulnerable and needy way in order to spend just three minutes a day to connect and check in until it feels right to stop or when they say they are ok. I am going to detach from everyone completely in wanting for them to call or even responding when they do once a week until I can stand on my own two feet for a week or two without them because the lack of enough attention just makes me feel needier.

April 10, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Everytime someone says I should get another dog, you will get another dog, another dog will find you, etc... I become hurt and angry. What the fuck is wrong with people? I have not had time to grieve Mo yet. It has only been a couple days and I should be thinking about another dog? Yea, I have thought about it of course and, I don't fucking want another dog! Some people I realize immediately just go out and get another dog. The reason for having Mo in my life is much different from their reasons for having a dog. I remember writing about this issue when Bo died. I realize people just want me to feel better, they want to fix me, they want me to know they care when they say something about that. This is not the way. I tell people, would you mind my saying you should get another wife two days after your wife dies? Come on people, it is just so wrong.

When someone is grieving you must know them and have a mutually trusting relationship before offering advise and even then only if asked for it. How can I care for you, how do you want to be cared for, what would be helpful., that is how it works. I must have said six times on facebook, I just want people to "be" with me nothing more. Don't be giving me their solutions, advise, and sadness. I specifically said that is not helpful over and over. It is very difficult for people to just "be" with others. Especially in silence. If you cannot do that, say nothing.

Everyone in my inner circle responded the day Mo died after I told them. Then, nothing. One friend has reached out to see how I am and that was two days later. There is no jewish shiva happening for me, lol... not funny. I am pretty much on my own. That is the story of my life. I know for sure people want to stay connected through facebook and they think thats enough through the posts I make. I've told close friends many times, I am not interested in relating first and foremost through facebook. Facebook is "very" one dimensional. I have witnessed in my life how people have gone from in person relating, to talking on the phone, everyone knows how almost nonexistent even that has become, to texting, to relating through social platforms. Each step less and less, detaching from any personal and intimate, relational love in any real sense.

When people try to make me feel better by saying he's in a better place, that infuriates me. How does anyone know he is in a better place? Lets not play pretend, ok? The dog is not in a better place. His better place was here on earth, that is why he came to earth to be on earth. Dogs and other animals do not want to die. That is a human construct. They want to survive and will try to survive until their dying breath pain or not. I am against euthanasia but that is what happened at the end for Mo. I knew it was the right thing to do through constant prayer and my love for him and also the point where I just could not handle his pain anymore. Thank God I did not post that on line. First of all, it is a very personal thing. Secondly, everyone would have put in their two cents condoning the action, relating it to their own experiences, blah, blah blah. As I said, I am against euthanasia. I do not want to feel good about it, ok?

I am so missing Mo on the bed with me right now as I write this. He loved me completely as I did him. My life has been arranged around his being able to be with me 100% of the time. That is what I enjoyed about our relationship and he really appreciated that. We did everything together, literally. If Mo could not be with me to do something, it did not happen. I know it was time for him to go and I accept that. I also accept that I am now alone even though I hate it totally.

April 09, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I am very shaky, my chest is tight. I meditated, prayed and took a walk while being able to move very slowly. I stopped to tell some people about Mo's passing. Several opportunities appeared to sell some photos and new ornaments that I've begun to make. I am aware of being alone. Wish I was well enough to play some music. The day is too hot and I am emotionally too weak. It feels like Mo was never here, that he never existed while I spend time emotionally in denial.

It turns dark and I feel panic and fear. It is too late to call anyone I know. This is when I would always go to hug and hold Mo, make him happy with a massage and good head rub. He was always here, present. I am exhausted from using facebook to stay connected with life. I am eating Mo's pre-prepared frozen food of fresh chicken, rice and string beans. The food is good, I feel awful eating it. In reality it doesn't taste good but I want it to.

I can't pretend Mo is here with me on the bed where he has spent all his time when we are home together. But, at the same time I cannot realize in reality that he is not here. I do feel my empty room. It becomes late night. Time to take Mo out for a walk has we do every night. No more of walks for Mo. I watch some tv for distraction. The show ends and a I say out loud, I miss you Mo. I miss you Mo. Without crying, my eyes fill with tears. I guess I'm doing good, it has only been twenty four hours. God, help me please.

April 08, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

April 07, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Mo is my existence today, nothing more. We lay looking out the door and window with little thought together. I began dumping photos of him onto facebook with different people holding and giving him attention through the years, about 200 that no one has ever seen. Caring for Mo is becoming increasingly difficult in the small space we live. I am not going to put him on the floor, he has always been on the bed but cannot hold down food, water goes right through him, poop is so messy, the bed is covered in plastic and pads. Once it gets dark anxiety enters for both of us as his pain increases. Pain medicine is no longer helping. He is still loving me and shows it. He licks my hand and cuddles deep as always and still enjoys the attention I give him in rubbing his eye, behind his ears, his rump, he likes me to poke my finger into his ears. That comes from another dog when he was young who used to incessantly lick inside them while he could not help but love it and not like the intrusion at the same time, lol.

April 06, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

In some moments I can't believe Mo is leaving. He has been my security blanket and is fading away. He has stopped eating, is drinking less and less and he can no longer hold himself up to pee. Although, he still licks my hand, responds positively to ear and back rubs, has yawned and drinks and looks at me with true love and enjoys cuddling more than ever. I will always be amazed at how tender he is as a dog, I've never experienced such tenderness before. He has little pain as he is on pain meds. I turn him from side to side every few hours as he looks out into the beautiful sunny days to enjoy. I've been using puppy pads for the bed. Did you know they are not pee proof? Ugh.

People from all walks of life have asked to have their photo taken with Mo through the years. People from all over the USA including Alaska and also in Canada. Mo has given enormous comfort, joy, respect and friendship to thousands of people especially those dealing with tragedy. This includes many mass gun murders. For example in Sandy Hook CT, Uvalde TX and in communities after the Joplin, MO tornado and Hurricane Sandy NY and NJ. We have spent time in communities ravaged by fire in California and Mo's presence in homeless communities nationwide has been as significant as it can get.

April 05, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

I'm sure I wrote this in pieces throughout the journey but I want to do it again fully before Mo passes as once he goes I'll probably work towards moving on myself.

All I ever wanted in life was to have a puppy dog, since age five. He manifested when I was around forty years old after I purchased a home and had a large fenced in yard. I called my pup Boner and used "Bo" for short especially since he began to go with me to performances. Bo in fact ended up on top of the piano on the back of the truck for fifteen and a half years. When he died I was able to let go of him with total gratitude. It was not easy but I had been working on it since two years prior. I had learned that for my entire life, I had been attaching loss, fear and abandonment to my love. It was a practice to detach from all that in order to experience total love in of itself pure and simple.

I held onto Bo's ashes for five months while traveling. I was at a point where I felt I was done with the journey while heading towards Los Angels and suddenly decided to drive up to Glacial Park, Montana. it is a place that had been in my minds eye to visit for twenty five years. While in the park I decided to let go of Bo's ashes. It was the most beautiful and spiritual place I'd ever been on earth. Bo's ashes and a few token belongings were buried in the ground under a most beautiful rock. After returning to town I found out one of the street dogs had pups. A yearning from deep within, it was intense to want one but it was not possible as I was leaving the next day for Canada. When going through customs in Canada the next day I ran into complications. They would not let me in and said I needed to get my truck registration and license renewed. I knew in that moment that something was happening, no clue as to what but I needed to get back to Philadelphia as fast as possible.

I drove 17 hours the first day but oddly enough while driving through rural North Dakota, on the interstate, in the middle of no where, I saw a sign for a dog pound. It felt very odd and I had never been to a dog pound. I drove a mile off the road to the place and ended up taking an old dog for a walk. I talked to the dog for a short while discussing our predicaments in life and then took off to continue driving. Once I reached West Virginia, I was about to pass by a home base that I had. It was in a rural area, Berkeley Springs. My thoughts turned to the idea that I wanted the last people to have seen me with Bo to be the first to see me without. This was on a Friday night when an AA campfire meeting was about to happen and I was synchronistically passing by at the exact meeting time. After the meeting with friends, a stranger who knew nothing about me or my journey came up to say she had a dog for me. I said thanks but I live on the road and I've had my life dog it would not be possible. She said her daughter purchased a dog from a pet store two weeks after having a baby and cannot handle it. The dog is in her back yard getting tortured and chewed up by her husbands yard dogs and she cannot bring it into the house because of her dog. Then she said the dogs name is Mo. What is happening here is meant to be from God, she said. I always push back against that kind of talk, lol but...

Anyway, I laughed and said no it isn't, his name is not Mo as I thought from Bo? She said it is on his papers and she can show it to me. So, I went to meet the family in the sprit of the Traveling Piano's musical fun, friendship and respect. We all went out to the backyard where Mo was in a fenced area running around playful and wild. I opened the fence enough for him to escape and he ran a full half mile away and then back, landing on my leg where he peed on me. I broke my hand over slapping Bo onto my cement ground because of pee issues way back. That was when I learned how to respect a dog and our relationship bonded in the best of ways until his dying breath. This time around with Mo, I instinctively laughed while thinking, "look how much you have grown up." It was no big thing now.

I left for the day and went back the next day to take him out into the woods. Just Mo and I with the Traveling Piano truck. I put him on the top of the piano and then showed him how to get down and then get back up. I thought there is no way he is going to be able to jump up. A friend said, he will jump up. The next day as small as he was, he jumped up into the truck and onto the piano. All I had to do was show him that first time. Then I thought what if he is too big for the piano. He turned out the perfect size with almost the same colors as Bo. I thought, what am I going to do concerning motel stays. He instantly learned to stay very quiet when I snuck him into a room and from day one. I took him outside and said Mo go pee. He did. I said Mo go shit. He did. And, he responded to the commands every day forward when needed.

I remember his energy was through the roof. He never stopped moving. We practiced being together. I had to remove his stitches that were still in him from being neutered and I was totally nervous and fearful to do it. He froze through the entire process until I successfully was finished. It felt like a miracle. I think that came from the trauma of abuse when his tail was cut off without anesthesia for cosmetic reasons. He was freezing in fear. Also when we were in public and he needed to calm down I would pick him up and hold him from under his front legs. He would again freeze. I would wait about sixty seconds and when I put him down he would be totally calm. His worse of abuses had turned into his greatest assets.

I would watch Mo play on the floor and distinctly witness his spirit exploring his new body while loving it, twisting and flopping and turning and stretching... it was amazing. Through the first few years I could see him literally fighting his natural instincts as a dog in order to behave and fit into a domesticated life. As a result, one of my priorities in having stewardship of Mo was to allow opportunity and space for Mo to be and act like a dog in a dogs world. Mo was a dog's, dog. He loved to play with other dogs and knew when to leave the bad ones alone. For Mo, play was a demand and worth more than life itself.

Mo has had three modes of operation. Free and loose playtime, work time on the truck and service dog time when in public. He never used a leash his entire life until he got old. Only during his last two years did he use a leash. He would come over to me to say, "put it on I do not feel secure without it." I have always told people that Mo has no obedience. If I demand he do something, never in his life, he just can't. He has always had to think for himself and decide. So I had to learn to anticipate what was needed and say it in a happy playful way and be willing to wait "beat, two, three four" ...until he decides to comply and he "always" has every single time. Mo has been empowered to be the best dog possible. He was never ever "trained" in any way.

Two years into our relationship I happened to look at his papers to see that he was born three days after Bo died. I thought, "how could I have not seen that before?" Bo came back and was in gestation for me during the first five months until I complexity let go of his ashes. In that moment I became propelled through circumstance to drive cross country as fast as possible to rendezvous with Mo. The idea of reincarnation is not something I have ever romanticized or would want to. It just is what it is. Without question through time I have come to know beyond a question of doubt that Bo came back to me as a new distinct spirit named Mo. They are both one and the same. Mo and I have been together for twenty four hours a day for over sixteen years now. There was one week in all that time where he stayed with friends. Other than that, we have been completely together. My favorite time with Mo other than exploring nature together on hikes has been to hang out and watch a movie by ourselves with no other people in a theatre. We would take the handicap recliners in the last row. No kidding, Mo has watched up to 70% of a movie, interested.

Mo is the cumulation of all the love I've ever received in life. I have had over thirty years of intense, consistent, loving, respectful companionship with the pup of my dreams, the pup I desired since age five. I now know I came to earth to have friendship, a relationship with a dog. Actually it has been a partnership. With Mo, I came to accept that he has been with me to serve me first and foremost. As I result I have equally been able to serve him through gratitude. It brings to mind my favorite quote from Moulin Rouge! "The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return." Mo has never known any experience other than love. And, I have learned that love never dies... it transforms. What a gift to have been given in life my most basic dream and to have it manifest two times. Now at seventy years of age I can say I am done. Life circumstance will not allow for a third dog nor is it necessary, nor should I expect it on any level. I never in a million years would have expected Mo in my life. It has been said to let love find you. Well, Mo most certainly did that for me.

April 04, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

My ability to carry Mo up and down stairs with my entire skeletal frame in pain from suppressed anxiety concerning Mo, it sometimes feels impossible. Well, another neighbor has offered to help when he is around for when I just can't do it. He helped today. This is just another example of how God puts people in my life when needed to help us keep going. Never in a million years would I have asked him, we know each other but have rarely interacted. Then a situation happened where he needed my gate key yesterday, that turned into talk about Mo, his offering to help and there we have it. Mo's weak today but I did get him out to lay on the sidewalk in this beautiful weather if only for fifteen minutes. I also brushed him, something that is always enjoyed. He seems to be able to eat better out of my hand a little bit at a time. Everything else except for Mo has stopped in life because that is the way I want it to me. 100% of my time I want to spend enjoying his life here with me. The days are fine. It is when nighttime comes around that my mind wants to take a dark turn. Nothing will keep me from enjoying every last morsel of my life's dream to have a dog in my life. He is right here in front of me to enjoy right now. I want to keep him out of pain and that seems to be working.

April 03, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

What is quality of life? You cannot judge what the quality of life is for someone else. They alone get to say what it is for themselves. You can judge the quality of life for yourself and compare according to your standards or the standards taught to you by others but the reality is that different for each individual person as people have different standards at any given time. Mo's quality of life without question changed this week. He can no longer use his legs because the back ones are shot. His strength is declining and abilities for everything are slowing up. Through the acceptance of what is and where he is at, we are both adjusting and enjoying the quality of life that exists in the present moment with each other and without comparison. He has pain. I have pain. That did not stop us from thoroughly enjoying the day with a walk using his wagon. He got to interact with people, see his usual walking route, feel a delicious breeze, the sun, clean air and... he absolutely loved it. No one called to see how we are doing today. Kinda strange but I've no problem with it as a reminder that I am alone unless I reach out to others. Thats the story of my life. I can run off at least 20 reasons why different people did not call but the fact remains... in reality, I am on my own. This is not the first go around for my life in a challenging mode with no one around to offer support or help with consistent presence. This may sound totally cliche but, I do have support and help in every moment consistently inside the spiritual realm through the God of my understanding. My friend Eric sent me a text after I wrote this. It is a reminder that feelings are not always facts.

April 02, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Here are two photos of Mo when I woke up. One is a smile, the other his grin while lovin' me. His eyes are more in the back of his head these days then not, but I got a photo with his eyes looking. The other photo is of his resting yesterday.

My friend Amanda is trying to get clean and sober. She told me she has a problem believing in a higher power, the "God" thing. It is an essential tool for most everyone in order to stay clean. Well, I've been practicing with that for my entire life. Last night while trying to carry Mo out to pee and shit, I came to the acceptance that I can no longer carry him. This is a problem because I need to walk him down the apartment deck corridor and then down a flight of stairs and then out onto the side walk... and then back up. Each time I could feel it more difficult. My back and legs are caving in more each time and last night I could feel my strength just give way on top of the back issue. When Mo was sick and almost died a few years ago I was given a firewood carry bag to use if needed. It sat in the same spot in my bathroom since then driving me crazy as to what to do with it. I went to get it and it was not there. Damm! That also drives me crazy because I live in a small packed space full of my needs where I must file everything and use the file to find anything. The carry bag was not in the files. Double damm! I put a lot of work into filing. I looked everywhere and then realized its probably packed deep in my storage unit about a quarter mile away.

Then, I sent up a prayer to St. Anthony. I have a life long amazing history of his helping me find things and it always works when I am truly able to give the search up to God as a higher power... through St. Anthony. I prayed saying to Mo that we are going to work this problem out and deal with it and God please help us find the carry bag and a solution. I tried holding Mo over the toilet and standing him in the tub but he could not relieve himself that way. Before bed I went online to purchase another cheap bag knowing it will take at least four or five days to get here. Hope for longevity? Mo's going to still be alive in another week? I have settled into acceptance of being in the moment with him. No longer am I thinking that he is dying as a front and center in all thoughts and being with him at the same time. It is now about dealing with how to make him comfortable and to keep going myself while he is still alive. This is intense and draining work.

The day was good because I spent an hour, two separate times in prayer and meditation to stay conscious in knowing with gratitude about the God of my understanding and asking God to direct "our" thoughts. When nighttime came, fear and all the crap began to take hold. I began to have no control over it and so I did as I have practiced and what I learned to do to stay sober from the start. I called someone. Annette who helps me with Mo and has an animal rescue, she was preoccupied with their own shit and could not deal with me and cut me off abruptly. I called my friend Jeff. We have been partners in sobriety for almost twenty years. He was at the AA meeting where Mo came into my life in West Virginia. It looked like he was not going to answer so I hung up and then called Amanda because I know that reaching out to help someone else will help myself. She is also involved with agreeing to drive me with Mo's body to a crematorium.

I was about to hang up with Amanda and saw Jeff calling and switched over. By the time I was finished talking I felt better and able to cope again. That is God working in my life. The ability to keep reaching out until i found someone to talk with after failing on the first two tries, that drive, ability to keep going I call that... the grace of God. Before falling to sleep I thought, "there are still two more spots to look where that carry bag might be. I woke up and immediately looked behind the bed and under the bed. (its packed with a lot of stuff under there) No luck and then I thought to look in a drawer under the bed and... nope but, I moved an object and there it was. In my state of mind last night, full of fear, confusion, angst and desperation there would be no chance of my having the clarity to take that last one more time step to see or find that bag where it was.

My impulsive thought... thank God. All good in life I attribute to the God of my understanding. All that happens unseen and for the good that reveals itself after the fact, I look back and attribute that to the God of my understanding. I have a relationship with Jesus Christ as I do St. Anthony and others who have passed in my life. How I relate and why and on what level is personal and no body's fucking business. Lol, I say it that was because of all the Evangelical fake Christians out there trying to shove their shit down everyone's throat and using false bible interpretations to do it. Those people are destroying the world right now by trying to take over politics. Mo is reminding me how to just "be." I sit with him doing nothing but giving him my attention through love and can feel myself uncomfortable, like I am holding myself back from doing something else, multi tasking or whatever. Just "be" with Mo and nothing else, Danny.

April 01, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

At first, I was not going to post anything about Mo's situation on facebook because I did not want to deal with other people's sadness, advice and people trying to connect through their own experiences of sadness. But, there are friends that have strong feelings for both Mo and I and they are just not going to come to this website. Mo has been part of everyone's lives along with myself and the Traveling Piano. I know everyone is doing the best that they can. So I decided to share the process on fb as well as here. I've shared photos in the past of Mo's resting and so is one right now today. He is peaceful, drank water for the 1st time in 24 hours today, still needs to eat, scratched the bed last night to tell me he had to pee, pooped the bed last night thank God for the pads a friend gave me. There is no return here to a better life, he is leaving us for sure.

Mo may lose his ability or interest in eating or drinking but as long as he still can feel and enjoy my rubbing behind his ears or scratching his back and responds to that, he will stay alive on my watch. I know joy and love can be felt through pain. This is how life is in spirit. I observe Mo's facial expressions. Mo has a grin that he gives to me in times of my worry and uncertainty. He managed a grin for me yesterday and five minutes later gave me one of his "simple and short licks" on my hand. This is clear message for me that everything is OK from his end. I want to enjoy every last moment of holding him. The only reason I have ever wanted to do anything in life for the last sixteen years is because Mo has been with me. He has been my inspiration, courage, validation, reassurance and constant companion. We are soul mates without question.

Now is the time where I must walk the walk and accept that love never dies. (his or mine) Love transforms. It could not be more clear how and why Mo came back into my life this time around. That is a story in of itself and I must remember it and act through it to help me move forward. Mo is proof that everything is ok for all of us. The question is whether we willingly accept fact, or not. I want to accept and embrace this truth in spirit. It takes in any given moment, one minute at a time to hold onto the truth with trust. Thank God for my friends and those connected to us and my ability to reach out for support and for friends who just "be" with me in the process and nothing more. All the comments have been so overwhelmingly helpful. Not easy to say but so necessary. Thank you all.

March 31, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Writing is one major therapeutic tool. It helps to focus thoughts and bring clarity in mind. It gives comfort, security and relief through creation and a depth of worth for personal feeling and expression. Life is all about Mo for now. I was going through choosing photos of the past to post here with all this writing. I became overwhelmed with pain in nostalgia. My life's joy has been found first and foremost through the enjoyment I've been able to give to Mo and that we shared "together." I had to stop searching through photos. So here are the ones until I had to stop myself. Now is not the time to wallow in a "wanting" space of our past life together well lived.

Mo is feeling a little more comfortable today than yesterday. He is still slipping away but has eaten, drank some water, peed and shit as he experiences our togetherness in this physical world and the love that is. He is still dreaming in his sleep. He can lift his head for a short amount of time. I am sure he has had a cancer of some sort for a long time now, along with his back leg joints no longer usable. I am not a fan of euthanasia although I can accept that it is the solution some times and is very personal... not to be judged as better or worse, good or bad for other people. I was looking on the internet for natural ways I can do it by myself for Mo. Most all of any information other than vet approved info has been removed from the internet as the vet industry creates itself as the only option of course, so they can profit off it. The vet industry is NOT the only humane and viable option.

Anyway, my mind shifts about it constantly. My mind shifted to thinking in terms of spirit. That is where I want to reside. I want to remember that I am dealing with spirit in body in order to know what Mo wants and not what other people or the internet tell me, or from my own limitations to handle everything when it feels like I no longer can take it. Spirit flows through all life as one energy and information source and at the same time. Living in the truth of spirit is a beautiful thing. Life is a gift as in the "present" moment and still has worth in a state of pain. Whatever Mo is going through, he still gives me a grin, one small lap with his tongue on my hand, wants to experience our togetherness in physical form, still enjoys the instinct to eat and drink water when he can, stand, breath, take a step, relieve himself through pooping and peeing, he enjoys the feeling of accomplishment no matter how minute.

As he does these things in fluctuation now, my job is to not to use hope wrongfully with the idea that everything is going to return to normal for any amount of time. There is no such thing as "normal" in reality as it flows. I want with every opportunity to settle into relief when i see something positive with him that runs to recovery. When I do that, this is when the situation becomes all about me. Illusion, delusion and denial enter to create a mind of chaotic back and forth. My goal is to live in a state of observation and patience so I can act accordingly when needed while at the same time enjoying reality for what it is in the moment.

March 30, 2026

Las Vegas, Nevada

Mo is getting ready to leave this life. I feel for his loss. My pup never missed a moment of enjoying life. It was his priority from day one. He demanded his fun, enjoyment, connections and play. I write this as he lays peacefully next to me. He has reached a turning point where he is now just giving up. There is no pain, the energy is simply draining from him. If he doesn't eat today or tomorrow, the next day I will know to help him leave us all. Please pray for our acceptance, courage, clarity, strength, love, wisdom and knowing that all is good. We are being gifted with a smooth transition. Mo and me, our personal relationship together could not be more complete. Through and with the grace of the God of my understanding, my choice will be to choose life going forward with love and gratitude for you, my friends and all of humanity. My plan is to continue working to enjoy life as Mo has and to experience all that life can offer.