RIP Oreo

Our first dog, Oreo -- the one who turned me in to the dog lover I am today -- died yesterday. She had been miserable for a long time, barely able to get up, and obviously in pain when she could walk around. We got her as a puppy, over my objections, but she managed to wrap me around her little paw quickly. When the vet saw Oreo and showed us her huge overbite, she recommended taking her back. It was too late by then. She ruled the doggie roost around here, through all the other puppies that came and went (and occasionally stayed). Very sad for all of us.