March 1995 – July 26, 2010
About 12 years ago, we adopted a little pug named Roscoe from CPR. He was three years old. When we got him to our house, he didn’t seem like Roscoe to us. He seemed like Oscar, so that is what we called him.
Oscar was 15 in March. He died in July. He didn’t suffer. He ate and drank well that morning, barking to be let out just as usual. We found him this evening asleep in his kennel. He liked to go in there to be by himself sometimes. We buried him beneath the apricot tree where he liked to lounge in the shade.
Thank you CPR, for providing my husband, children and myself a wonderful companion and friend.
Oscar will be missed.