Otto Schwartz: 2004-2019
It is with a broken heart that I write that Otto died yesterday. Through my tears, as I held him in my arms and felt his tiny heart beat for the last time, I promised myself that I would write him a fitting epitaph. This is my effort. Otto came into our lives as a tiny furball Amy found in our local pet store in Chicago. She knew instantly that he would be ours, and called me from the pet store. Amy (sobbing): "Can we get a puppy?" Randy: "Where are you?" A: (sobbing) "The pet store." R: "Put down the puppy and we can talk about it when I get home." A: (sobbing) "But what if someone buys him before we get back?" R: "If he is meant to be ours, he will still be there." I was certain I would come home to a new puppy in the house. We went back to the pet store the next day and Otto was still there. When I met him in the sea of other puppies at the store, he was the only one that wasn't barking. Instead, he calm