My childhood dog, Opie.
Opie arrived when I was 8 as a middle-aged dog, an Irish Water Spaniel cross. She spent much of her first life in boarding kennels, where my sister got to know and love her; so of course, when her owners decided that they'd had enough of her and were going to have her put to sleep, my sister stepped in and she came home.
We lost Opie when she was 15, to the evil osteosarcoma - the most aggressive form of bone cancer. I still live in fear of that awful disease.
Opie arrived when I was 8 as a middle-aged dog, an Irish Water Spaniel cross. She spent much of her first life in boarding kennels, where my sister got to know and love her; so of course, when her owners decided that they'd had enough of her and were going to have her put to sleep, my sister stepped in and she came home.
We lost Opie when she was 15, to the evil osteosarcoma - the most aggressive form of bone cancer. I still live in fear of that awful disease.