Harry Rankin once said "Its not a
tragedy when an old man dies." I suppose that's true, but it
didn't stop me from crying all day for my Oki Dog when he died on
August 16th 2005.
Oki Dog was dumped at the SPCA in
Vancouver in August 2003, when his "family" moved. He was
fourteen-years-old. Oki Dog was devastated, and barely moved from
his bed for 4 days. He was happy when I took him home and blended
well with my other animals. He was so easy to please; good food, a
soft bed and plenty of company.
My husband often said that he wished
that we'd had Oki Dog his whole life, that our time with him would
be too short. It was.
A lovely old boy, a dear, sweet soul,
I will miss Oki Dog.