I knew how much it hurt to lose a dog before, her name was Tessy. I grew up with her since I was 6-7 years old and I was about 16 when we found out she had cancer and we had to put her to sleep. That was different. This was different.
I got Oz when he was only about 2 months old, he was the one dog sleeping close to his mom and I should have known he would be a mama’s boy. I took him home and he cried for hours only until I would lay him on top of me to hear my heart beat would he stop crying. Oz was a terror, I’m not going to lie. He would climb the gate I put up for him in the laundry room, tear up anything in site, he chewed through my A/C cord and I had to replace it with no A/C for a few days, he would pee when he would see you from excitement and he never learned to behave in his kennel, even making a whole big enough to escape, he also escaped from the kennel that had only one hinge, we called him Houdini. But Oz was something special, I am not saying he was cute because he was my dog, but anyone who met Oz just thought he was so handsome. He had a look to him that no other Miniature Dachshund had. He was the most loving dog you would ever meet, when he kissed you he would start crying from all the emotions he had inside, some may say he was neurotic I say he was SPECIAL!
The worse part of this all is that he had been living with my mom for the past 3 years, and the last year he was 247 with them. I couldn’t keep him with me because I didn’t have a place to take him to and I was looking and searching for a home so I can finally take him with me. The last time I saw him was this past week that I spent with him, and I feel like I didn’t give him enough attention. It feels so unreal that he’s gone so unreal that he was taken from us in such a way. Those who know me know how it happened, but I am choosing not to discuss it on my blog. Just know that no animal should ever have to die the way he did, and although the vets say he didn’t suffer I cry knowing I wasn’t there for him. My mom and my sister had to endure the pain of seeing him and finding him and I feel bad that they were the ones that had to go through that. My sister took care of Oz, and loved him like her own and I am so grateful that he got that love from her, that he was there for her and her for him. I am so sorry Alex that you had to see him that way and that you have to go through such pain, just remember that he loved you and that now he is with Tessy in heaven. I love you and I want to thank you for taking good care of Oz while he was with us. I want to thank my mom too for taking care of him and watching him for me when I couldn’t. I am sorry Mom that you had to see him that way and just know that it was no ones fault. We can all live with the “WHAT IF’S” in life, but it is not going to change that he gone and we cannot blame ourselves for something that we did not know was going to happen.
I thought I knew pain, but this pain is so much different. Oz wasn’t just a pet or a dog that you had, he was my family, he was my baby. I would tell people did you see my son? And they would look at me like ” you have a kid” and I would show them Oz’s picture. 🙂
Oz was my baby, he will always be my baby and no one can ever replace you in my heart! I love you papuchi and I will always remember and miss you.