I heard tonight about the passing of Otto, the Basenji who lives on Rose Ave (I think). I met him right after I brought my dog Zak home as a pup, 14 years ago this August, in Wellesley Park. I last saw Otto in a month ago maybe, and mentioned him when I saw a Basenji puppy tonight on Nasmith. That’s when I was told the news.
I’ve known a lot of wonderful dogs in Cabbagetown over the past 14 years – moved out briefly, met my wife and brought her back, with her dog Roscoe too. And of course I’ve met so many (most?) of the great people who smile back, stop to talk, and share their lives in the park through our dogs. Rain, snow, sleet or hail. I still remember the Eureka! moment after I first brought Zak home, when the strange new neighbourhood suddenly was filled with people I recognized saying hello to each other, because of their time together with their dogs.
Anyway, the point of my story is really to say goodbye to Otto, and to note that, probably, our dogs are now the oldest residents of Cabbagetown. So please say hello if you see us walking, slowly, through town.
Zak & Roscoe (Kevin, Marie-Elisabeth, Léo & Noah)