Oreo. Husband to Chloe and father of many, including Jet and Jack who live a few bedrooms down. You taught your children and even your wife your love of the wheel. You were always friendly and willing to crawl in a hand. You never bit even at the ripe old age of 4. You were living high on the hog when a spare macadamia, almond, or pecan came your way. We will miss watching you stuff litter into the wooden chest and poke your head out of toilet paper tubes. We will miss seeing you curl into a ball under a pile of litter to sleep. We will miss you. Sleep well friend.
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This would be funny if it weren't so sad (or maybe it's that it would be sad if it weren't so funny).
I'm sorry for your loss.
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