Ode to an Oscar

Always such a good boy. Tail wagging away as he pranced on his walkies.

Sure he was a bit chunky at times, but he was a beautiful boy

Him and Bo were both beautiful little doxies

Bo had such nice eyebrows

He loved all the squeaky toys. Killed them always in under a week, but loved them.

Cheap, six dollar walmart squeaky bone was always the ones you loved most. In orange and Green

Bo was never big on playing, but you'd run yourself ragged and annoy the shit out of him with a new squeaky toy. I suppose you'll both be together soon.

with all your beautiful brown fur, before you ran out of toner

"Look dave, it squeaks, and I'm going to do this for eight hours until it breaks"

He wore this for like 2 hours before I caved and took it off.

squeak squeak squeak.

And now after 15 years, one bad seizure and you're gone. No more wagging tail, no more joyful barks, no more lovely afternoon walkies, no more beautiful little boy who's always happy to see me again no matter how long I was gone.

We're not even sure if you can still see after this morning, and all I can do is hold you and ugly sob.

You were the best part of the last decade of my life you stinky little monster

And I'm gonna tell you a million times tonight how much I love you and what a good boy you are, I don't care if you can hear me or not anymore.

weren't even supposed to be mine, but you were the best little loyal loving doxie a person could ask for.

You were just so tiny at first. I remember when you hopped through the yard to my brother. Yet you ended up being mine. You were always adorable with your little eyeshadow and worried eyebrows.

And it absolutely kills me to see the life completely gone from you now, knowing just about 15 hours from now is your final Vet Appointment before you're gone.

It just kills me. it kills me that I can't walk you just one more time, that we can't have just one more play time with a nice squeaky toy, or one more special meal just for my little guy. The One Mores are gone and tomorrow is the end.

Not the end of the world. I know this. Pets are here for a good time, not a long time. I owe this little dog so much, my sanity, getting me in shape for the transplant list, his overflowing unconditional love. It makes the goodbyes hurt all that much more.

15 years, outlasted 3 relationships, didn't let anyone get near me after a coma turned me into a mess for six months of relearning things. My little man just barely made it to 2024 and now I have to let him rest.

So in 15 hours, for the last time, he'll be going to the vet to be in my arms when it happens, because there's no treating it. It's in his brain, he's 15 and a half, and the last seizure wiped away any trace of my little man.

No more squeakys. I'd give my left leg if you had the energy to go get a piggy and squeak him just one more time. You fucking loved the green one and never touched the orange or red ones. Adorable little weirdo.

15 hours now. it's like a knife in my heart honestly. 15 hours and you'll be able to see your brother bobo again, and you won't be in pain or suffering. But you won't be with me anymore, and i hate it.

The last few days have been rough, and I'm sorry. I can only hope you've been in no pain, its what the vet told me. But you're gone now, replaced with a dog that has no joy or happiness in it's life left.

Don't know if he can hear me. Not 100% sure he can see me either right now. Have had nine accidents today, the worst day yet, and can no longer move on your own. It happened fast, way faster than they warned us it would.

So this beautiful boy is gone now. Or will be for good, in 15 hours. The end of a 15 year friendship with the most loving, loyal, adorable little sausage dog.

They're here for a good time, not a long time. I've still got 15 hours. I'm gonna hug the shit out of that little man and remind him he's the best and how much I love him. Right up to the end. You weren't just a good boy, Oscar, you were the absolute best.