The Sunday you came to our home, into our family, to give us the gift of allowing Ozzy’s passing to be at home and surrounded by love.
Ozzy was 8 years old. He was our “Big Guy”. He was an old porch dog from 4 months old and on. He was our big guy that just wanted to be a lap dog, right up to the end. He loved to garden with me. Every day after work I would say let’s garden, and he would walk right at my side out to the garden and hang out with me. Ozzy never really knew his size and would come sit next to you with perfect placement (even blind, he knew where he needed to be) for your hand to be right at his back. He would get excited and sneeze on you before he let out his large, loud bark and just about made you think there was a bear around, which led to his other nickname, Ozzy Bear.
You will be very truly missed every day forever…
