Oliver

[fabrisse]

He bit. He bit me once (I'm the only one in the family who didn't have blood drawn). He loved attention and smiled when his chest was rubbed. Even in old age, he'd play "goalie" in his own form of soccer, blocking a big ball with his nose or paws and holding a smaller ball in his mouth. All the food in the world belonged to him -- or so he continually tried to convince us. He could be sweet beyond belief. He loved water and would join you in the shower if you left the bathroom door open (I nearly jumped my full height when I felt a nose on my leg when I thought I was alone.). He was a big Westie who loved and protected us. (True fact, he alerted us to genuine burglary attempts twice and at least one earthquake.) He loved me and sought me out whenever I visited.

Last night, suffering from pneumonia and other major problems, Oliver quietly went to sleep permanently. Sis, held the phone to his ear so I could say goodbye and said he recognized my voice. I miss him.

Comments

[eanja]

Virtual hugs. (I've heard you talk about Oliver so many times over the years).

[fabrisse]

He could be so happy and sharing, especially when you played ball with him. Getting him to give the ball back was sometimes an exercise in futility, of course.

Hugs back.

[kathmandu]

Awwww, sympathies and condolences.

[fabrisse]

Hugs and thank you.

[siderea]

Oh, no! I'm so sorry.

[fabrisse]

I appreciate it.

[neotoma]

I'm sorry for you.

[fabrisse]

Thank you.

[pleasance]

Oh hon, I'm so sorry. Oliver sounded like a wonderful dog...your tribute to him is beautiful. *hugs*

[fabrisse]

*hugs*

Thank you. Oliver was a very optimistic dog. Not the brightest bulb -- that was Scout who died about 18 months ago -- but always bouncy. Occasionally when he was sitting in the window, we'd call him "the distinguished Senator" because he looked like all the Southern senators from old movies. (And he'd probably have done better than some of the current crop. Scout would've just taken over the world.).