the death of Oakliegh

My dog, named Oak

Just got the call from Hucker ... Oak didn't make it, but thanks to all who showed their concern.   One last story about Oakliegh - and how fiercely she loved the water.  This is a picture of Oak in Hucker's pool.  He would let her out when he went to work in the morning, and Oakliegh would jump in and start swimming laps.  When Huck came home, often 10-12 hours later, Oak  would still be doing laps.  He finally had to keep her in the house, because her toe nails wore down to a bloody pulp from constantly pushing off the pool wall.  When we took care of Oakliegh, we learned never to let her near the river.  S he would swim out to the middle, and the only way to get her back was to swim out and get her.  Anyway, we'll miss her a lot - but what memories.  Here Huck - read Jimmy Stewart's 'My dog, named Bo.'' Addendum