White Dog and the rest of the White Dog Army were surrounding me as I woke with a start; my arm was across the stroller next to me cradling Oso. WD put her paw gently on my chest, "He is at peace now."
I moved my hand at the same time I sat up. it was the middle of the night. Oso had quietly left us as he slept. No more night terrors, no more fear, no more needles to hydrate, no more squirting food down his throat to get past muscles that could no longer swallow.
He is at peace. And we know Quinn and Nuka met him on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge.
Even knowing this, I wish saying goodbye was easy but it seems it never is.
Oso Marie Sehi-Smith, Oso The Fearless, Oh! Another White Dog, our Little Man. You were only with us a short time (His 3rd Gotcha Day would have been on May 17th) but you have changed our lives forever.