01/22/2024
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Oreo crossed the Rainbow Bridge last night. She had been my best friend and companion since my wife, Carol, passed. Cancer spares no one once it latches on.
For those who didn't know us before, in the photo, I am the one with the glasses.
She was four days short of her 10th birthday.
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Our morning walks were absolutely the best. The birds would be singing for us and the squirrels would taunt and tease her by staying just out of her reach, before scurrying up a tree to chatter at her.
We both loved nature and living abutting a wetlands was ideal. In the spring, we would watch the ducks and geese and deer and turkeys and rabbits and foxes pair up and bring new life to the neighborhood.
In the summer we would slowly walk throughout the subdivision because Oreo was looking for an open garage door. When we would find one, she would walk up to it because she knew that a friend was inside with a treat for her. And she was usually right.
In autumn, she would love going to the end of her leash trying to chase her friends, the squirrels, that were acorn hunting.
In the winter, she would remind me that she was a product of Egypt and so didn't need the snow and cold.
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Oreo had an infectious joy for living. She was loving, happy, joyous, and free and wanted others to be too so she would act the clown to keep them stirring (and petting).
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She took care of me just like I took care of her. After knee replacement surgery, when I was walking her (very slowly and unsteadily) she would regularly stop, look over her shoulder to see if I was OK, and then continue slowly walking on.
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I don't believe that I lost a piece of my heart like I have heard in similar situations. I believe that my heart is stretched so that it reaches over the Rainbow Bridge "just to be assured that she is all right."
Thank you, folks, for your kind thoughts and comments on my other, brighter Oreo stories. God bless you!
Thank you, God!