Ollie

Ollie was 10 when we found each other. His old owners had him almost 10 years and dumped him in the shelter saying he was a bite risk and had dementia. They lied. He was the sweetest boy possible. We locked eyes and he walked over, sat on my knee and then laid back in my arms full belly up and stared into my eyes. I knew we belonged together. In June Ollie was diagnosed with Lymphoma and put on prednisone. September 29th he was fine one minute and the next he lost all function of his back legs and bladder. He screamed and it broke my heart. We watched him every second until the morning and when he didnt improve I called the vet and told them it was time. I held Ollie until we had to drive to the vet. Crying the whole time. I held him in my arms as the vet gave him the medicine to make him sleep forever. A little bit of me died that day. He took a piece of me with him. He will always be my sweet special boy. This picture was one of the last ones I took. He loved to dress up.