Otis, Dec. 5, 1998 - Jan 26, 2008

Otis started saying good-bye a little while ago. We didn't know it at the time.

When we first brought Otis home, he loved socks. Loose socks, socks with kid's feet in them. It didn't matter. Otis was an energetic, loving pug puppy. He brought a lot of joy to our young family.

He soon discovered a life-long love of food (his prime motivator and raison d'etre). He ate anything and everything. We had to take him to the vet because he had consumed the contents of our green bin. The vet was impressed, she had never seen a pet present neurological symptoms from eating compost.

Otis was unique.

He loved the cottage. His job was to prevent drownings and certain, horrific, death as people jumped off the edge of the dock. He would, with all his will, block, tackle, cry, plead, beg to prevent the kids from jumping in the water. He would often jump in and realize it was safe. But that didn't discourage him from repeating his protective ways over and over again.

Otis was a loving, gentleman; who lighted our lives with gentle hugs and games of tug-a-pug.

Recently, my wife pointed out that Otis was extra loving. Nuzzling close. Jumping up on our laps. Insisting we show him the loving attention he so deserved. Little did we know he was saying good-bye.

Otis said good-bye for good on January 26.

Donations in memory of Otis:
Karen Wright