Some of you may know that my family's dog Ozzy had to be put down a week ago. Ozzy was 9 years old, we got him a few years before I headed off to university. He was suffering from cancer. He was fine when I left in August for the north, however shortly afterward numerous large tumors began to grow, his energy levels dropped and my dad was left to make a heart breaking decision. I've been thinking about him every day since... its tough knowing I'll never see him again. Ozzy really was the greatest dog. He never whined or complained, he smiled often, he was a great friend to Frankie and Beans - Jill and Zach's pugs. He loved to swim and dive for rocks, he loved to chew sticks and go on late evening walks on the golf course. He'd dive head first into snow banks, he'd roll in every mud puddle. He'd join my mom's backyard yoga group and do downward dogs with the rest of the yogis. He'd sit beside dad each morning in the El Camino and wait patiently for dad to finish his coffee... or get his daily dogbit. Miss you buddy.