Life sucks big time: Ollie

Ollie died this week. It was a huge shock we have had him since 2014 and it just seemed like he would always be there.

He had been slowing down some lately so even though he was acting fine I got him a vet appt. Up to the day of the vet appt he seemed slower but fine, eating drinking etc. Wednesday am he would not eat his breakfast. He seemed very lethargic. Took him to the vet and they did x-rays, finding out he had a mass either in his spleen or liver. Either way prognosis was not good. She recommended him going to a specialist for a transfusion or euthanasia. We chose to take him home for the night. While quiet and not himself he did enjoy a pup cup that evening. He went to sleep up by me like he always does and ended up on the foot of the bed. I took him out around 3 am (He could barely walk) and he peed and then I took him back to bed. I woke up at like 6 and knew he was gone. He had passed like he did everything else: HIS WAY!! The Ollie way.

I miss my pup. He was my sidekick, my friend, my traveling partner, you name it. I am glad he went his way instead of making that appointment but I was hoping for a few more days. Hug your pups close and kitties too. Bernie is okay and we still have my dad’s three thousand year old Chihuahua too. But it is so strange here without Ollie.

Love you Ollie. So much.