Early in the morning on Monday, Ozzie died after being very sick from Pneumonia. He was in the hospital in an oxygen cage so he could breathe, but it wasn’t enough. He was nearly 14 years old and had been sick on and off since before Thanksgiving. I knew this might be coming, and I was afraid I would have to make a decision on Monday about the end of his life, but I didn’t get the chance to.
I miss him more than I can say and I wish he was coming home. But he’s not. I didn’t want to write this, or put anything on Facebook, or even talk much about it, but you knew he was sick, and I wanted to let you know that he didn’t make it. And maybe this is a crucial part of the grieving process; looking at pictures, and talking about him/what happened – getting it out.
I’m okay, although I have moments of deep sadness. I lost one of my very best friends for the last 14 years. He helped get me through my divorce and made my life so much better for having been in it. He was so happy. I know he had a wonderful long life, but he gave me so much more than I ever gave him.