Your ability to make us laugh, to wow us with your canine intellect, and to stealthily find food in the least likely places…you were and always will be such a special part of our lives. You accepted our sweet boy as your own…you were gentle and kind, and playful and hilarious. Our hearts are still broken, as we try to understand how canine cognitive decline robbed us of our time with you. But even when you’d forgotten so much, there were still glimmers of the amazing Otis we knew you to be.
Your sweet partner in crime, your 8 year-old boy, wrote this acrostic poem for you:
Otis
Tears around in figure 8’s
Incredible
Smart
Sweet
Washed outside…fun
Eats
Everything
Trash can cleverness
Silly
Mysterious
Awesome
“Ruff, Ruff!”
Terrific puzzle solver
“Yes, I will have some treats!”
Mm Delicous
Not Ordinary
Good Boy
You’ve left indelible pawprints on our hearts, Oats. Now and forever. So much love.