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Oliver
Adopted October 14, 1989, Lost April 12, 2004
We lost our good friend Oliver on Monday. We adopted him from the
Humane Society when he was only 8 weeks old, shortly after we got
married, and he was our special friend for almost 15 years. He was our
first baby and we took him everywhere. Oliver was recently diagnosed
with an aggressive tumor and expected to live for only another month.
On Monday, his arthritis got the better of him, he could not use his
right back leg, and his left leg was barely able to support him long
enough to eat or drink. I hand fed him Sunday night and Monday
morning. We couldn't even touch him or he'd yelp or be so nervous that
it would hurt him - that hurt us so much and his painful yelps just
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He was already on steroids, 2 doses a day, we knew it was time to stop
his needless suffering and it was the hardest decision we had to make.
As hard it was, we all said our goodbye's and Mike and I stayed with
him to the end and Oliver knew we loved him.
My heart is broken and I miss my pup so much, it's just not the same
without him here. He was more than a dog, he was so smart, everyone
always said he was like a person reincarnated. You could look in his
eyes and just about know what he was thinking, and he had a way of
curling his lip and making a cute little smile. He brought me my
slippers and he'd get the paper. He was the star pupil in obedience
school and learned everything the first time, he was awesome. When he
was younger he'd crawl into your lap as soon as you sat on the floor,
he was such a cuddler; the day we brought him home Mike laid on the
floor with him and he climbed onto the small of my his back and curled
up into a ball to rest - he knew he was home. He stole our hearts
right from the start and he'll always hold a special place there.
Karen, Mike, William, and Nicholas
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