IN LOVING MEMORY OF OSO
What inspired me to focus on pitbulls? The passing of my rescue fur baby, Oso, my everything. I stumbled across him at the Mesquite Animal Shelter where I placed my name down to adopt him when he became available a week later. I asked the shelter what was his story and was told Oso's then owner left him, and two other dogs, in a storage unit after he and his girlfriend split up. It was the girlfriend that called the Mesquite Animal Shelter who notified the original owner of Oso being in their custody. After waiting a week to see if he would come, he did not, but I was. I was there before the doors opened and they assumed no one would want him so was moved to the back - for what reason, to a rescue or euthanized, I am not sure nor do I care. On March 10, 2014, Oso came home and instantly pranced like a pony in our backyard; he knew he was home and would be loved. However, a year later, my son accidently left the gate open and Oso got out. I ran after him, but he was in his own world intrigued by the neighborhood, and was picked up by a stranger. My heart shattered into pieces.
Two years later, Oso apparently escaped the yard from whomever stole him and was picked up by an angel. The good samaritan said she saw him walking and he was so sweet and friendly that she knew he had to be someones fur baby. She took him to her local vet where they scanned his microchip. Later that day, I got the call and raced from Garland to Oak Cliff in 15 mins. Funny part is, is that the good samaritan was hoping Oso did not have an owner so she could keep him hahahaha. After the reunion passed, I noticed that Oso was acting different, he was not physically the same. My poor, sweet fur baby was diagnosed with a slipped disk. The vet suspected the injury was due to abuse since he never had this issue before. Nevertheless, he was my shadow - always wanting to be with me after that. I could not even leave to go to school without him trying to nuzzle his way through me closing the door! I would have to tell him, "No daddy! You got to stay here! I'll be back, I promise". He would smile and wag his tail like he knew what I was saying. He would then lay down in front of the door and wait there, for hours, until I returned home.
In late August of 2019, one Friday morning, Oso was due to have a non-cancerous tumor on his thigh removed. However, we only discovered that Oso was internally and entirely covered with lymphoma tumors. The vet was unable to remove them due to the excessive amount around his neck and lungs. The doctor gave Oso only a couple of months to live and knew there was nothing more that could be done. I prayed that Oso would not suffer and if he had to go then so be it. So, Oso spent each day saying his goodbyes to each one of us individually. When I said my goodbyes, I sang "you are my sunshine" as that was the song that I would always sing to him when he would lay with me.
On September 6, 2019, around 5:30 a.m., one of the tumors ruptured in his lungs - filling up with blood. As he passed, I sang his song to him one last time, telling him he was such a good boy, before kissing him goodbye.
His passing is still an incredibly heavy weight to carry and still cry for him to this day, but I know he is waiting for me at the Rainbow Bridge. I hope that, by making this website, it will help Oso's memory and his good, kind heart live on while changing others perception of what some consider a dangerous dog.
I love you Oso
