It has been another sad week. My sister lost her other, little dog on Thursday. Oz was 16 years old and had been through thick and thin with her. We always joked that he was bomb proof because he was never sick. Sadly he had developed kidney failure in his old age and there was nothing that could be done to make him feel better.
It was nine months at the end of July since my sister lost Stanley. I am sure the two of them will be playing together over the rainbow bridge.