I wanted to take some time today to talk about this four legged guy I knew.
He was medium height, with glossy black fur and dopey dark eyes that could speak a thousand words.
He liked to pull up part of the flooring and blame me and my two legged pal Rae.
In his old age he became partial to barking at his own shadow, howling whenever my Mum was out.
Once during a party he fell in a pond we didn't know existed in a neighbours garden.
He liked to lounge in the sun, curling himself up small so he could lay in the rays that streamed through our windows.
When he realised my sister's dogs were coming to stay he hid his toys; to this day we have never found them.
My young nephew would like to imagine he was a horse, and my pal wouldn't even lift his head when my nephew pulled on his ears to go go go.
He was known for dressing up as a fairy.
In his old age everyone thought him meek but my Mum had to chase him comically down a hill, bringing the traffic to a halt behind her. I waited at the top of the hill with our bags.
Whenever you were sad he would comfort you.
I'm quite sure he liked other boys.
Before coming to our home he lived with an aggressive female; I think she put him off other ladies for life.
He was gentle, he was loving.
His name was Oscar, my old boy, and on Friday 25th November 2011 he went to sleep, forever.
|Oscar lookingvar. (His nickname).|
He had 17 fabulous years, 119 in dog years.
Oscar, my sweet pal, thank you.
I'm not quite sure what we're gonna do without you tap-tapping around here.
I hope it's sunny enough up there for you.
|Proof of his liking for wings.|