I promise we will get back to the books next week.
But today I’m on a different page, a last chapter, and somehow can’t move on until I say goodbye.
He wasn’t our dog. But he was our very dear friend. Oliver, the gentlest of giants, has taken his leave, and that has left us all so very sad.
From a squinting distance, Oliver could easily be mistaken for a small horse. His personality was as big as he was – I always thought he must have been a knight or a nobleman in a previous life. He was a big guy with big thoughts. Usually his own thoughts. He didn’t so much do what you told him. He took your commands under advisement. And then did more or less as he pleased. In a very dignified manner.
Unless it was his mom saying “Leave it!” In which case he snapped to. He knew who was boss.
Oliver loved his family so.
And I like to think that he sort of loved ours. He was the precious link in the chain from Chloe and Soho to Lily.
He was Lily’s first and best buddy. He taught her how to be a dog: “No, you may NOT. EVER. eat out of my bowl.”
“Ok. Whatever you say, Ollie.”
“Bring Oliver!“, the CE would say whenever their family planned to stop by. Because everything was just better if Oliver was there.
Oliver liked to lean. Whenever he visited, he would lean and lean against my knee. Not, likely, because he was so enamored of me, but most definitely enamored with the treats I gave him.
Oliver came to visit with us for a morning a few weeks back. We didn’t know it was the last time. The treats were on a high shelf because of Oliver’s penchant for rifling through things to get at them. One bully stick is all I gave him. And now I wish I had showered the whole bag of them upon him.
A dog’s days are so very short, and for that matter, ours as well. We should probably take more walks, eat more treats, romp in the waves at the beach and lean, lean, lean against those we love. Every chance we get.
Farewell, dear Ollie. Thank you for sharing some of your days with us.