“People who could not remember my name knew Otis. And kids would ask, ‘Can Otis come out to play?'” Monroe wrote.
As the years passed, Otis couldn't chase the ball like he once did. His master got to where he needed a motorized wheelchair, and the two started going on long walks together. As Otis aged, those walks became shorter and shorter until one day they stopped.
Otis's last few months were spent sleeping for hours. It was harder and harder for him to walk.
On June 7, 2012, Monroe made the toughest decision of his life. He wrote:
“I took Otis to our family vet for the last time. I read somewhere that the reason we humans love dogs so much is because ‘They are what we wish we were.' Thank you, Otis. You taught me more than I ever taught you.”
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