Goodbye to dear old Oliver
melancholy
Goodbyes are always hard, and I'll admit I put this one off for a few days. I've shared so much of life with Oliver that it didn't seem right not to share his passing as well. In truth, I've been keeping busy and trying not to miss the sweet old man too much. We only had him a couple of years--I inherited him from my friend Susan when her baby turned out to be allergic--but he was a darling, loving animal from the very first.
In fact when he lived with Susan and Andy I'd go visit him, as well...he'd look up at me with just this expression--"LOVE me!"--patting softly at my knee to remind me to pay attention. How could I not?
When Susan realized she'd have to find him another home, I was only too glad to make room here. Joseph came to love him too...the last few months when he was going downhill were difficult to see, but he was very, very old and seemed to be in no pain. He was still begging for his treat the night before he left us...and we were glad to be able to allow him to die at home, where he was warm and loved, as
kateslover said a day or two ago...
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