I know this is a cat site, but I need to write something for my little boy.
Oliver, aka Ollie Williams, died Monday while at doggy daycare. There was an accident that was not witnessed and he somehow broke 2 ribs and punctured his kidney that led to him hemorrhaging. I will never forgive myself for sending him to daycare that day. He laid in the snow, alone, for at least an hour until I got there and found his cold body because the girl that was supposed to be watching him could not turn around and look behind her to check on my baby. It feels like a part of me is missing and I am positive that Pepper and Petunia miss their little brother too.
Ollie was such a goofy little black Pug. For Halloween, he was a bumblebee last year. He loved to get dressed up, but he hated the wings on that costume and tried to bite them as long as it was on him-- it was hilarious! Everyday, I woke up to him about 2 inches away from my face, just staring and wagging his curly little tail, while Pepper gave him the evil eye for being awake that early. He loved to chase his tail and he caught it-- frequently. He loved the snow. I would take him out to go potty and he would run around like a madman biting the snow and feeling it on his belly (once the snow got that deep). I loved him with all of my heart (the same way I love my cats) and I will miss him until I see him again at the Rainbow Bridge.
RIP Ollie 9/20/08-2/15/10
Oliver, aka Ollie Williams, died Monday while at doggy daycare. There was an accident that was not witnessed and he somehow broke 2 ribs and punctured his kidney that led to him hemorrhaging. I will never forgive myself for sending him to daycare that day. He laid in the snow, alone, for at least an hour until I got there and found his cold body because the girl that was supposed to be watching him could not turn around and look behind her to check on my baby. It feels like a part of me is missing and I am positive that Pepper and Petunia miss their little brother too.
Ollie was such a goofy little black Pug. For Halloween, he was a bumblebee last year. He loved to get dressed up, but he hated the wings on that costume and tried to bite them as long as it was on him-- it was hilarious! Everyday, I woke up to him about 2 inches away from my face, just staring and wagging his curly little tail, while Pepper gave him the evil eye for being awake that early. He loved to chase his tail and he caught it-- frequently. He loved the snow. I would take him out to go potty and he would run around like a madman biting the snow and feeling it on his belly (once the snow got that deep). I loved him with all of my heart (the same way I love my cats) and I will miss him until I see him again at the Rainbow Bridge.
RIP Ollie 9/20/08-2/15/10
