King Oscar

In heaven, there are no thunderstorms or fireworks. Joints no longer ache, and cloudy eyes brighten. Deaf ears perk up to hear the sound of a tennis ball bouncing in the grass, thrown by a Master who never tires or has other things to do. In heaven, there are no leashes to stop a scruffy Schnauzer from sniffing every tree as the Master calls, “Go play!” In heaven bounds the sweetest dog ever born. He never growled at anyone, even the kitten who stole his bed. He protected the baby, shared the popcorn, and loved to go for rides. Oscar plays in heaven, but will never be forgotten on Earth.

-- Loved and missed by Laura, Freddie, and Chelsea