Oboe began her life with our family as a rescue from the Animal Defense League in San Antonio, TX. Like most puppies, she was full of energy and loved to play. She was black and squeaked like an Oboe, so that became her name.
Oboe was a sweet dog, but she had a bad habit of chewing up shoes. It reached the point where we had to make sure all the shoes in the house were out of her reach. She ultimately outgrew this behavior and settled down as she grew older. She spent a lot of time outdoors where she learned how to dig under the fence and escape. She would roam the neighborhood but would always return, scratching at the front door to be let back in. Oboe just loved to dig, so it was hard to discourage this behavior; however, she never went far and would frequently go back under the fence to get back into her own yard.
Eventually, my daughter Michaela took full-time possession of Oboe when she moved to San Marcos, TX to go to college. Michaela was an incredible mother to Oboe and cared for her and loved her. Much to our delight, Michaela would frequently bring Oboe down to visit us. She quickly acclimated to her "home away from home" and became an integral part of our extended family.
A couple of months ago, Oboe experienced an episode of pain in her hindquarters while she was being walked and we took her to the vet. Within a few hours, Oboe showed improvement and was walking again. Within a week, Oboe made an amazing recovery. About a month later, she was like her old self and was back to enjoying her walks.
On September 26, 2010, Oboe experienced another acute episode of hindquarter pain, this time with paralysis and incontinence. Our hearts sank the next day when she did not recover and we had to make the ultimate decision to end her suffering. The family she loved was with her at the very end, holding her, petting her and comforting her.
Oboe blessed our family with her presence for 17 years. She was the sweetest, most loving companion on Earth. Oboe didn't have a mean-spirited bone in her body and the love she gave us was pure and unconditional.
There is no language that can adequately express our grief. We will always love you, Oboe!
Oboe was a sweet dog, but she had a bad habit of chewing up shoes. It reached the point where we had to make sure all the shoes in the house were out of her reach. She ultimately outgrew this behavior and settled down as she grew older. She spent a lot of time outdoors where she learned how to dig under the fence and escape. She would roam the neighborhood but would always return, scratching at the front door to be let back in. Oboe just loved to dig, so it was hard to discourage this behavior; however, she never went far and would frequently go back under the fence to get back into her own yard.
Eventually, my daughter Michaela took full-time possession of Oboe when she moved to San Marcos, TX to go to college. Michaela was an incredible mother to Oboe and cared for her and loved her. Much to our delight, Michaela would frequently bring Oboe down to visit us. She quickly acclimated to her "home away from home" and became an integral part of our extended family.
A couple of months ago, Oboe experienced an episode of pain in her hindquarters while she was being walked and we took her to the vet. Within a few hours, Oboe showed improvement and was walking again. Within a week, Oboe made an amazing recovery. About a month later, she was like her old self and was back to enjoying her walks.
On September 26, 2010, Oboe experienced another acute episode of hindquarter pain, this time with paralysis and incontinence. Our hearts sank the next day when she did not recover and we had to make the ultimate decision to end her suffering. The family she loved was with her at the very end, holding her, petting her and comforting her.
Oboe blessed our family with her presence for 17 years. She was the sweetest, most loving companion on Earth. Oboe didn't have a mean-spirited bone in her body and the love she gave us was pure and unconditional.
There is no language that can adequately express our grief. We will always love you, Oboe!
Oboe began her life with our family as a rescue from the Animal Defense League in San Antonio, TX. Like most puppies, she was full of energy and loved to play. She was black and squeaked like an Oboe, so that became her name.
Oboe was a sweet dog, but she had a bad habit of chewing up shoes. It reached the point where we had to make sure all the shoes in the house were out of her reach. She ultimately outgrew this behavior and settled down as she grew older. She spent a lot of time outdoors where she learned how to dig under the fence and escape. She would roam the neighborhood but would always return, scratching at the front door to be let back in. Oboe just loved to dig, so it was hard to discourage this behavior; however, she never went far and would frequently go back under the fence to get back into her own yard.
Eventually, my daughter Michaela took full-time possession of Oboe when she moved to San Marcos, TX to go to college. Michaela was an incredible mother to Oboe and cared for her and loved her. Much to our delight, Michaela would frequently bring Oboe down to visit us. She quickly acclimated to her "home away from home" and became an integral part of our extended family.
A couple of months ago, Oboe experienced an episode of pain in her hindquarters while she was being walked and we took her to the vet. Within a few hours, Oboe showed improvement and was walking again. Within a week, Oboe made an amazing recovery. About a month later, she was like her old self and was back to enjoying her walks.
On September 26, 2010, Oboe experienced another acute episode of hindquarter pain, this time with paralysis and incontinence. Our hearts sank the next day when she did not recover and we had to make the ultimate decision to end her suffering. The family she loved was with her at the very end, holding her, petting her and comforting her.
Oboe blessed our family with her presence for 17 years. She was the sweetest, most loving companion on Earth. Oboe didn't have a mean-spirited bone in her body and the love she gave us was pure and unconditional.
There is no language that can adequately express our grief. We will always love you, Oboe!
Oboe was a sweet dog, but she had a bad habit of chewing up shoes. It reached the point where we had to make sure all the shoes in the house were out of her reach. She ultimately outgrew this behavior and settled down as she grew older. She spent a lot of time outdoors where she learned how to dig under the fence and escape. She would roam the neighborhood but would always return, scratching at the front door to be let back in. Oboe just loved to dig, so it was hard to discourage this behavior; however, she never went far and would frequently go back under the fence to get back into her own yard.
Eventually, my daughter Michaela took full-time possession of Oboe when she moved to San Marcos, TX to go to college. Michaela was an incredible mother to Oboe and cared for her and loved her. Much to our delight, Michaela would frequently bring Oboe down to visit us. She quickly acclimated to her "home away from home" and became an integral part of our extended family.
A couple of months ago, Oboe experienced an episode of pain in her hindquarters while she was being walked and we took her to the vet. Within a few hours, Oboe showed improvement and was walking again. Within a week, Oboe made an amazing recovery. About a month later, she was like her old self and was back to enjoying her walks.
On September 26, 2010, Oboe experienced another acute episode of hindquarter pain, this time with paralysis and incontinence. Our hearts sank the next day when she did not recover and we had to make the ultimate decision to end her suffering. The family she loved was with her at the very end, holding her, petting her and comforting her.
Oboe blessed our family with her presence for 17 years. She was the sweetest, most loving companion on Earth. Oboe didn't have a mean-spirited bone in her body and the love she gave us was pure and unconditional.
There is no language that can adequately express our grief. We will always love you, Oboe!
