Remembering Otis

Otis was always a special dog, he knew if you were down and needed someone there. If you was upset, there he'd be right at your feet, tongue hanging out, tail wagging madly and staring up at you with those big eyes. I loved it in the mornings when he would say hello as soon as you came downstairs. He had this way of looking at you with his big brown eyes and you'd be putty in his er.. 'paws'.

One time I took him for a walk and he slipped off of his lead, I chased him through the park calling for him to come back, but of course the naughty little rascal paid me no mind. It was only when he ran into some poor old man's legs that I finally managed to catch up with him!


I think of him every day and mourn the many more years we should have spent together. But his life was cruelly taken away by some stupid woman who was speeding and then drove off.


I will try not to remember that horrible time, instead I will remember the good times. The times he made me laugh, made me cry and was just there, a constant presence that I took for granted. I wish you were here Otis, I really do.

I'm Honestly Not Coping With This

It's been a month since Otis died and it's still as hard as ever. I'm still crying about him at least once a week. I've got so many memories about him and they just make me break down all over again. I see other Westies and it takes all of my strength not to burst into tears. I think about him every day. Why did God take him away? I miss him so much it physically hurts. All my family seem to be getting over except for me and my mum. I just can't accept that he's gone, that I'm never gonna see him again. I didn't know it would hurt this much. RIP Otis 6/1/12 </3

Otis- A Very Special Dog.

Otis was a very special dog in many ways, he always knew how to make you laugh with his silly ways. He would run into the living room when we opened the door and run up and down the living room when we tried to catch him, then he'd stop look at us and when we made a grab for him he would start running up and down the room again, this always had me in stitches. He was a very gentle dog, loved other dogs and children alot. He thought he was a baby himself, he would get up with my mum on the armchair and sit beside her with his paws in the air, and his head on her shoulder, little tail wagging. There was nothing bad about Otis, everybody loved him, even my sister who doesn't like dogs. Then that fateful day happened and his short life came to an end. I will never forget you baby, you will always be in my heart. RIP 2009-2012

What A Rubbish Start To 2012

On January the 6th 2012, my beloved, faithful family dog Otis escaped out of the front door and was hit by a car coming down the street. I heard my sister scream that he had been hit by a car, I ran out and the most awful sight met my eyes. He was just laying there in a pool of his own blood, not moving. I automatically thought that he had died instantly and started screaming. It turned out he wasn't dead yet so we rushed him to the vet where they did everything that they could but were unsuccessful, he had hit his head and would not wake up so the vet told us he would have to be put down. I cried, i Screamed and i prayed and begged but nothing worked my baby was dead. It feels like i've lost a piece of me. I keep half expecting him to come trotting in the living room his little tail wagging. I feel numb with disbelief, anger, sadness and i really can't accept he's gone. RIP Otis forever in my heart 6/1/12 the day my heart broke