Angels Oscar and Hooper
 Oscar Kennedy Hupe
December 15, 1999 - July 21, 2007
Joanne Kennedy brought her diabetic Bichon, Oscar, to our home in the spring of 2006 hoping I could get him regulated. He had been diabetic for quite some time and no matter what Joanne and her vets tried he remained unregulated. After seeing firsthand what was happening on Vetsulin I dropped his dosage from 8 units down to 5 and he was still crashing. Enough was enough so I purchased a vial of Novolin N and simply started all over, having to use urine testing as I couldnít get enough blood so the glucometer would register. Luckily for me Oscar would pee on command, every hour on the hour, and it took about a month to get the facts down and get him under control using the patterns I was seeing. His whole program was changed, food, insulin, and timing of treats to prevent lows as he had rapid insulin metabolism and we had problems with the onset and peaking action of the insulin, no matter the dosage. This was all worked out so that Oscar remained negative most of the timeÖ.as long as he didnít go to the vetís or was groomed, or get into someone elseís food.

After staying here for a little over two weeks Joanne went back to Canada, leaving Oscar here, and that is when the fun began. He was the smartest dog Iíve ever met, more so than our Bingo, and quite headstrong, which caused a few problems. He also wasnít used to other dogs and we had five here, with three of them being about 70 pounds. I shall never forget the look of shock on Oscarís face when Roscoe (boxer) came into the kitchen to see who was hereÖ..he about froze, with this look of panic on his face. He then got to meet Indy and Georgia, the other two giants. I donít think he was too happy with the situation as he decided the top of the kitchen table was the place to be after his buddy Joanne left here. It took awhile before he understood that I meant business when I said the table was off-limits to dogsÖ..probably because he didnít think of himself as a canine, or I donít believe he did. Joanne had taught him all kinds of things but what most impressed me was his basic intelligence. He truly was the smartest dog Iíve ever met in my entire life, and he proved this daily.

He did terrific and enjoyed going out into the fields on the John Deere Gator to hunt for Indian artifacts. He was always game for a ride of any kind, always enthusiastic. He eventually even learned to tolerate the other dogs as I believe he thought he was above them. Along with our Hooper, a little white pekapoo whom we had to say goodbye to in the spring, he was my other white shadow until the night he became ill. He was taken to the vetís the following morning and tests showed he was in liver failure. That was on Thursday, by Friday he had gone downhill so badly the vets werenít sure he would make it. On Saturday morning the vet called me at 8:00 a.m. to tell me there was no hope so Roger and I immediately went up town to be with him when he crossed over. The whole situation was such a shock, seeing him go from an apparently healthy little Bichon to deathís door in less than 48 hours. The house was quiet once again, even with the five other dogs Ė no more Bichon scream of delight when you returned home, no more barking at the new puppy, growling when Oscar got hold of Oscarís favorite toy, no more screaming for dinner, just silence. No more cuddling in bed, no more being awakened in the middle of the night because Oscar is laying on top of my legs, no more Oscar laying atop my clothes when I took a bath, no more Oscar up in the recliner with Roger, just huge empty spaces all around us now.  Oscar had such a zest for life, game for about anything if it didnít include the vet or groomer, and now, all was so terribly quiet. This was such an unexpected loss, and it came on the heels of losing my favorite love, Hooper. Although I told Oscar many times that I had grown to love him, I didnít realize how much until he was gone, and he is sorely missed. Little by little the Oscar crept into my heart, where he shall remain always. 

The following is a poem by Josephine Tuckfield and, 
bless her heart, she certainly got it right:

Today my heart is shattered
The pain of death brand new
But one day soon
A smile will come
When I remember you.

Loving you
Was such a challenge
Sweet yet bitter too
But my capacity to love has grown
Since I knew love for you.

We yet embraced each other
Understanding filled my heart
But Deathís dark sting took you away
And now we are apart.

But when Iím wandering hill and dale
I know youíll be there too
Where one small spirit beside me ran
Now there will be two.

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