Oso, you always seemed like a much littler dog trapped in a big, tough-looking tall body. The way you would trounce Chunk, back when you were kids, would send him tumbling into the brush.  But on the other hand, you would carry the biggest sticks -- logs -- through the woods.  Moses couldn't throw them far enough for you.  



You had the deepest sweetest eyes, and they were always asking for a little love.  



you were frightened of the kitten and wouldn't come downstairs for marathon hours, eventually peeing down the staircase.  now, that's fear.



you helped raise two amazing human kids, and gave up your central place in everyone's attention. It was Your Pack.