My most handsome boy had to be put to rest on Friday last. After the scare in September we thought we had been given time - a long time. With the arrival of Jazz we thought even longer because thanks to Priscilla we had a pain med that gave Oso some peace. He was able to run again and play.
But On Friday May 2 I came home to a very sick boy, and so M and I took Oso for his last ride.
A piece of what made me me died that day and it will never be replaced...
My Man's Best Friend
Come and Play!