We lost our bright boy Oliver six years ago.
He was the purest, most gentle soul you'd ever want to meet in this life or the next.
One of my favorite stories about him is when I'd go around the house, picking up all the toys and putting them in an open-topped bin. He would follow me around, watching me. Once I was done, he would walk behind the TV stand, go to the bin, and pull out his favorite leopard-print kicker toy. Always took the same route, always pulled out the same toy.
Fly free, sweet boy. We miss you a lot.
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