When I was just ten years old, he was the pick of the litter. He was the biggest one and the most active. He was a fighter. That was proven by how long he lived. Sixteen years.Today we laid to rest my first and only childhood pet, OPE. Otis (my favorite mountain in Colorado at the time) Patrick (we got him on St. Patrick's Day) England was a good dog. Through years of Michigan winters and the neglect of a busy family, he stuck around-- always waiting for just a pat on the head... He would follow us around when we mowed the lawn, He would sit by us when we sat by the pool. He would even join us on the trampoline. He knew one trick. He could give a high five... and he still did it for me last week.
This may seem like a comical post if you had met OPE. We all knew this day was coming soon. He was sooo old. But as detatched I thought I was from him, today was surprisingly extremely sad. I really don't remember life without him.
So goodbye my good friend, man's "best friend"... A little pain for me is worth the relief of yours. Rest in peace.
