Oofy Boy

His real name was Ralph, but I called him “Oof”.

Smiley Dog
Wiggly Butt
Stick Killer
Ball Chaser
He gave the gentlest of kisses with his smooth, spotted tongue
And he would lie patiently outside his Mom’s bathroom door
Waiting for her to come out
Or behind her chair in the computer room
In either case, when she wanted to move, you would hear, “Oofy, look out!”
Fifteen years ago he climbed up my neck with his needle sharp claws and nipped on my ear lobes while whacking my face with that little curved tail. His enthusiasm was boundless and never was failure a part of who he was. He got right into my heart.
I buried him this morning, the last day of Spring, 2009.
He’s out in the field close to where he always turned around and looked at me with that smiley face while he waited for his slow Master to throw his ball.
I sent him off today with two of those balls and if I get to see him again, I’ll try to do better.

"He got right into my heart".

They sure have a way of doing that...sorry to hear that bro!

Tough deal all the way around. I hope you find another and get the same kind of joy from him.

A true friend that will be missed.

Sorry for your loss Slab. Friends like that are hard to come by. Glad you got 15 good years.
Peace

So sorry to hear about your loss but it sounds like he had a great life with you in it.

Sad to hear. Keep thinking about the 15 good years you got. It sounds like he had a good life.

Sounds to me like you did just fine. Just fine....

Sorry for your loss. Never be another quite the same, but just as good a friend in a different body. Sounds like he was one of the lucky ones to find you as an owner.

Well said Driftin', that's what I am thinking.

It is very tough losing a pet. I'm sorry for your loss.

Agree with Stam. Dogs can be a pain in the ass but I couldn't imagine life without them.