Remembering Otis and stuff

I had to put down Otis a week ago. Everybody tells me it was for the best. I knew it was the right thing to do but I still question it.

I still turn the volume down when there's a dog barking because Otis would freak out and start baying. I still think of him when I see the UPS man. Otis hated his guts and livers. But he loved everyone else.

I am going to miss him this spring, summer and fall. You see I would take him for walks or actually some might say he would take me for walks around the yard, down the driveways and through the paths in the shelter belt. 

When he saw the leash and pole mechanism I would attach to my wheelchair he would always be willing and be raring to go. He would actually be raring like a horse and chomping at the bit.

He was brought to me when he was a little over one year old. He left me when he was a little over 13. We had a good run, a lot of good runs. But his last run wasn't the same. He didn't even want to go. I knew he wasn't the same and wasn't going to be the same.

I miss the sound of his toenails on the hardwood floor. Click, click, click, click…

His face was gray and he was a little bit slower but he still acted like a pup.

He cried when I left the house, every time. He ran around like an idiot every time I came home, every time.

He wasn't perfect, actually far from it. He would only do something if he knew a treat was in his future. But that didn't matter to me. He was my little buddy.

Putting him down was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It sucked.

RIP Otis…