Oso...

Oso is one of the first dogs we got, the staff at the Humane society used to call him Oso dead because he would just not acclimate now we call him Oso handsome, Oso sweet & Oso wonderful. He is the first one to have a breakthrough. Now he is a constant companion, we've just recently discovered he has seizures... I'm Oso scared he may also have cancer as well. He is the light of my day, when I'm backsliding with some of the other Eskies, he is right by my side giving me puppy kisses & looking at me almost as if to say, "Hang in there mom, remember how bad I was & we worked it out" so I get up, dry my face & start all over again. Sometimes he lays here at my feet & I wonder how much of his past life he remembers & how he must've felt n the mud, urine & feces, fighting for food & water, braving the elements of the cruel Eastern Washington winters. He seems to sense that it is he that must "teach" the other's how to be in a home, he is my ambassador/greeter for all the scared little "newbies" that come through the door. So as I sit here contemplating the meaning of life, & fearing the worst I am wondering how I could ever face life with out my little boy. If he does have cancer, I will not keep him here to suffer, I will get to every moment of enjoyment I can have with him & before it starts to hurt too badly i will send him ahead to wait for me & prepare a place for me in doggie Heaven,