Many people have asked me if Floppy is a real moose.
The answer is yes. She was real. She became a legend in our neighborhood in Salcha, Alaska.
I was confronted by her in the road. Heard stories about her chasing dogs. Eating vegetables and flowers out of neighbor’s gardens. We saw her introduce many new calves to our neighborhood.
She was a tough old gal who endured many winters. Her damaged ear and scars were a reminder of the dangers she conquered. A badge of courage. A testimony to the Alaskan spirit. She didn’t let anyone or anything stop her. She did as she pleased.
A few years ago, she fell asleep in our neighbors yard and didn’t wake up.
There has never been another moose in the neighborhood as feisty as our Floppy. Perhaps the moose that visits our yard is one of her offspring. I hope it has her courage and tenacity. It’s not easy to live as a moose in Alaska.
Thinking about Floppy gives me courage. Her strength encourages me to take on the impossible. Shows me how to live without fear. Does her story encourage you?
I share her legacy with you through my painting.