My heart is broken. In January 2019, I had to say goodbye to my friend and best buddy Ozzie. He struggled all during 2018 with various health issues and got progressively weaker throughout December. I wish I could summon all the right words to say now.
All I know is that I adopted him in 2011 when he was about 7 years old. But more importantly, he rescued me at a time when I really needed it. He was my best friend, always happy to see me and ready to go explore. He lived about 3 years in NYC (the King of NY), where we explored Battery Park City and Lower Manhattan every day, and once even walked across the Williamsburg Bridge into Brooklyn to see some fellow Brittanys. We then traveled to Tennessee together, and he lived here about 4 years, first with his loving grandma, and then in our house, which was much bigger than his Manhattan apartment, and where he had his own backyard.
He was a funny, loving, sweet boy, and so many people loved his easy-going manner. It’s too quiet now, and I miss him following me wherever I go. I only wish I had been able to share more of my life with him. I know, as a writer, that I haven’t sufficiently captured his spirit or how much I loved him, but he will be forever in my heart. I love you Ozzie.