Oscar Winston Fitzgerald, the best little, four-legged, red-headed dog in the world. He was our Oscar, he was our boy, he was our little pride and joy. He was our Oscar. He captured our hearts immediately and instantly loyal.

He was Jeremy’s dog, but I didn’t love him any less. He spent hours sitting in the office chair while Jeremy studied. Every morning he would faithfully lay at Jeremy’s feet in the bathroom. The miles he has walked following Jeremy in the house is amazing. 

How he loved to snuggle. His favorite person, the one with a blanket. 

When Curtis was born, he became his protector. He walked many miles at Curtis’ side too. He loved Curtis’ bath time, especially the massage after his bath. He would lay on the blanket expecting a massage too. 

Oscar LOVED cheese(but what dachshund doesn’t) He could smell it from anywhere in the house. He was German, and he loved his sauerkraut. He loved the warm sun. Some days he would lay in the backyard for a little bit soaking up the rays. He loved a car ride, sitting on Jeremy’s knee and watching the world go by. We had the Oscar snot all over the windows to remember his joy ride. He loved to take a walk. He was so well behaved he could have easily been walked without a leash. He waited daily to bark at the mailman. I’m not sure how he knew it was the mailman, but he patiently waited at the door for the opportunity. But he didn’t just patiently wait for the mailman, he would patiently wait at the door for Jeremy to come home. 

Oscar was full of love and devotion. When we brought our baby beagle home, he was a bit annoyed, but took Lucy under his guidance and taught her how to be a good dog. His patience was tested even further when Scruffy joined our household, and being the devoted dog that he was, he guided Scruffy too. 

I will miss the ridge at the end of his nose. I’ll miss his hair toupee. I will miss his classic dachshund snort when he was displeased. I’ll miss cuddling with him on cold winter nights and how excited he got to open his Christmas stocking. I will miss how he would head butt my chest when I stopped petting him. I will miss the jingle of his tags and the click of his nails. I will miss him most of all. 

Oscar made us laugh, always made us feel loved, and rarely made us angry. Oscar loved much, and we loved him right back. He owns a piece of my heart that is all his. I am thankful for years of memories. We are blessed.