A So Cal Girl in the Desert

I found out yesterday that one of my very favorite clients, Ozzie, passed away. I knew it was coming because I just saw him a couple of weeks ago, but it's still really hard to hear. Ozzie was ten years old. He was a beautiful Australian Shepherd/Chow Chow mix. When I first met him, his owners told me not to pay him much attention because he would fight with his brother if I did. I tried my best to follow their instructions, but I found Ozzie to be so sweet, so I couldn't help but give him attention. So every time I came to take care of him we would hug and kiss. He liked the natural tuna treats I gave him. He had a great smile. Poor guy had cancer. When I was there a couple of weeks ago, his right rear leg was all swollen with the disease. He could barely walk on it. At one point I thought he was going to pass away while I was there, but he didn't. It was very hard to say goodbye to him during my last visit. I laid on the floor with him and pet him a lot. I told him that he would get to run and play again soon and that he should be brave. This is part of the job that I wish I didn't have to deal with. I'll sure miss Ozzie.