My dad called to tell me that Oberon was euthanized today. He'd had what was probably a tumor in his spleen that spread to his spine and paralyzed his rear legs in a slow and painful process for the past several months. He'd been doing okay on painkillers for a while, but by the time I moved he was already clearly going downhill. I'm absolutely sure that it was the right decision, but I wish I could have at least been there. He was one of the sweetest and most devoted dogs I have ever met. I'll miss him.
