Osker came into my life when he was 4 months old and I was 25 years old. He was being fostered at my running friend's house through Pet Over Population Prevention (POPP). I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. He's been my rock through boyfriends, college, multiple cities, apartments, jobs, field work, camping trips, hikes, training runs to races. After almost 11 years in my life, he fell ill with what we believe was prostate cancer, and found peace on April 14, 2017. My Osker (aka Oskerwosker, Oskey, Oskerpantelones, Odizzlefresh, and O-to-tha-hizzle) will forever be in my heart :)