My mother's cousin had a dog named O'Malley, and he had him for 8 years. The 9th year, I stepped in. You see, cousin James, was moving out, and we were going to move in. We took the dog so that he wouldn't be put down, and so that he didn't have to move. We changed our mind on moving, so we stayed, and the dog came. He had horrible bladder problems, so we trained him to not pee all over the place. It worked. Then we decided to move. Once we got to cousin James' house, O'Malley started to pee all over the place, by habit. His surroundings kicked his instincts. His peeing got out of control. We went to the vet to see what medicine he could take or what to do with him. The rest may be explained within your mind. I only had 5 pictures. Only 5. I am such a horrible owner. I loved him so much. So much. I miss him. Please, come back. I love you, O'Malley, but you are relieved of your pain. Goodbye forever, Holy Angel. I love you, forever, I hope you know that.
