my little olls died today.
i knew back in january that this would be his last year with our family. but i just wasn’t expecting it to be today.
finding his little body laying on his side, back legs crossed at the ankles so cutely, the way i loved. all i could say over and over was “oh no…oh no…oh no!”
he was 13 years old. my mom bought him as a puppy and named him oliver benson. a stately name. around here we call him ollie or my pet name for him my little olls.
i don’t have many good pictures of him because he was camera shy. he would always turn his head when we took a picture.