RIP Ozzy

Sorry Eric – that didn’t even occur to me. Tho I do like Mr. Osbourne. Ozzy had his name when we got him a few years ago from the dog rescue, and we decided to keep it (and reckoned he was named after the Black Sabbath frontman).

Since he suffered his paralysis 9 months ago, I’ve never sat here at home alone. And yet here I am. It’s depressing.

The poor dog had a hard life – he had been tied outside for a long time when the rescue got him, and he had a nasty cut on his leg. We think he had been suffering from back pain for a very long time. At least we were able to give him a happy home, and probably get him as healthy as he’s ever been. The fact that he’s been incontinent for the past 9 months was an inconvenience. But his screams of pain – post surgery and last night – were heartbreaking. I’m glad we were able to find a solution that ended his pain, but I wish we could have found a solution that kept him with us. I only wish he could have lived until 16 – we don’t know how old he was, but the guess is only 5 years old or so.

Oddly enough, I’m finding writing about it cathartic. So I guess I’m not too sorry about putting it on the blog.