January 13, 1988, my friends' bulldog Annie whelped a litter of seven gorgeous bulldog puppies, two of which they trusted to come into my life... Logan and his littermate O.C.

I don't talk much about O.C. because when my husband and I divorced, O.C. went to live with him. So although I did not see him in the last three years of his life, the call I received telling me that O.C. had made his journey to the Bridge was no less heartbreaking for the long separation.

What a splendid little dog he was. He hated showing and he hated obedience. But when he was four and he and I joined the bulldog drill team, he did both and had the time of his life. Until then he had always lived in the shadow of Logan, but that was his turn to be a star. He was a clown, a lover, an athlete, more independent than Logan, but always available for snuggles.

My memories of O.C. are endless. And as long as they are remembered, they are never truly gone. O.C. will never be gone from my heart or my mind and my life has been richer for his having been a part of it.  He truly was a great dog.

Lynda Lacono
September 12, 1998

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