I got him on my 8th birthday. He was only 8 weeks old. I loved him sooooo much. We played together, slept together, and he even watched movies with me! He followed me everywhere… the bathroom even.
One day while I was at school, my mom accidently stepped on him. He always liked to be right by the gate. My mom came rushing to the babysitters. She told me what had happened. I was crushed. We brought him home from the vets. He was bearly alive. He made it through the night. But when I woke up in the morning my step-dad was crying.
I knew why.
Right as Gary had woke up, Oliver had passed. We had him buried. I visit his grave very seldem, because 2 reasons. One, I don’t know were it is. Two, I can’t bear the thought of my little baby lying there, all by himself.
I hope one day when I cross over, I’ll be young like I am now, and Oliver will remember me. I miss him so much. I crying right now as I type this.
I will always remember my little Oliver.
He was the sweetest dog ever. I love you, Oli.
With forever love to my baby,
| Oliver |
| 10, Feb 2000 |
| Melissa |