White Dog and The White Dog Army formed a line to the door. They had already said what was in each heart as they gave Oso final nuzzles and lay down beside him. We shrouded him in the White Polar Bear Blanket and carried him to the van on his final ride.
You know that you have suffered too many losses when the kind man at the mortuary recognizes you and knows that you are the ones with the White Dogs. Oso is the third member of the White Dog Army to cross the Bridge since last August when Quinn, then in November Nuka, left us.
When we came home and collapsed into chairs the WDA gently surrounded us. "Oso The Fearless is now at peace;" We all agreed that was a blessing. "But I still miss him so even at his worst," White Dog said. "I would not have wanted him to linger in fear or pain, but I feel such emptiness."
"We all feel that, Little White Dog of My Heart," I told her. "We will feel grief and sadness for awhile as our hearts heal and then we will focus on the wonderful brother he was and the stories that made him unique and the qualities that enriched us all. But for now we will take one moment at a time."
The hardest moment for me is that time when we must remove the collar and tags. Suddenly, Oso was lying there naked, stripped of his White Dog identity. "I hope Quinn and Nuka will be able to find him," Puff sniffed. "Me,too," I answered tears rolling freely down my cheeks. "We must believe," YoYoMa said in strength.
For Steve dinner time was roughest. Leaving Oso's bowl unfilled was an awful reminder that we were now only five. He looked at the unopened jars of babyfood and choked back tears.
The WDA understands that Oso's leaving peacefully and without fear was a gift but it does not keep them from asking, like we are..."Why THIS sweet little man?"