Oreo was adopted from the Lost Dogs Home when he was 3 months old. He looked like Eeyore in his cell - sad, soft and sweet. He turned out to be an active, energetic puppy! For 2 years we did training classes and in the end we weren't sure who was training who ...



Oreo was a happy traveller and visited Adelaide (where he had a lost & found adventure!), Victoria and Tasmania. He wasn't such a happy camper - he'd prefer a luxurious sofa over a tent any day - however he adopted the tent apse as his home away from home. We moved house many times and he got to know North Carlton really well. The possums in Curtain Square got to know him too, heckling at him when he chased them up the trees. 



Oreo was in charge of security wherever he was, even well into his retirement. He became a mentor to his younger brother Oscar, aka Tigger. They spent only the past year together but they were the best of mates and enjoyed many happy times playing and chasing each other. There were tense times as well - fighting over bones, stealing toys and maintaining the balance of power! 



Oreo was diagnosed with cancer 3 times over the last half of his life. Amazingly he lived a much longer, healthier and happier life than expected. He seemed to defy statistics every time. He had the support of caring vets  but especially from Margaret the homeopathic vet. He also had lots of love from friends and family here and overseas. 



Oreo and I developed a close bond over the years. He had a gentle strength that I admired. He was sensitive, kind and loving. He had a beautiful soul. He taught me gratitude and grace. Every day he was alive was a blessing. He also taught me to let go which was incredibly painful. On that night at the vet hospital, he gave me the time to say goodbye and he went on his own, dying in my arms. I miss him dearly and my heart aches. He will always have a special place in my heart.