Your Pet's Story or Bio
I found Oz wandering a street in my neighborhood in Tampa when I was 19, in 2002. A trip to the vet revealed he had mange and hook worms, and was around four months old. I got him fixed up and he never left my side for 12 years. Two knee surgeries couldn't impede his lust for life and he passed away July 19th 2014 in Brooklyn, New York. This photo was taken in the Valley of Fire state park during one of our many cross country trips. I ultimately had him cremated and been blessed to have sprinkled some of him in amazing places including the Pacific and Atlantic oceans, the Gulf of Mexico, and atop a 14er in the Colorado Rockies. He was never taken for granted and now he's closer to me than he's ever been.