Fierce Poodle
We lost Oscar on Friday, May 19.
Poodle had been very sick for about a week; he spent most of that week at the vet. MR picked him up at 6:00 on Friday and he died around 8:00 that night, with MR and I.
Oscar was with us for seven years. MR and I found him one day on the way home from work the summer before we were married. I remember taking him to the vet that night, and holding him in a blanket later while we named him. He was devoted to MR, a terrorist at the dog park, very good with our children, and master of all that he saw.
He is, and will continue to be, missed. Reilly has not asked about him yet, but Dobbs continues to look for him every day. I miss him, too. Honestly. Oscar and I had our differences, and worse, but in the last couple of months I think we made our peace. MR misses him the most - they were best friends and loved each other dearly.
