My dog, my friend, my family 

Mans best friend has always shared a unbreakable bond, for most families they are extra children, for farms and police they are work colleagues and partners. For me he was just my oz, the dog who would put his big fat head on my shoulders, the dog that would always stand between me and the wife when I had unsavoury thoughts. Only 2 days ago I was taking pictures of him in the garden, pulling silly faces and then yesterday the whole world changed after being unwell my oz went away to the kennel in the sky. This will leave a hole in our family which can never be filled, our memories will stay will us forever.

Oz smith 2012-2020


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