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This is Sir Olivier Laurence. We said goodbye about a week ago at about 16 years of age. I know it was the right thing, but I’m in that “what more could I have done to buy more time” stage.
I adopted him in 2020. In our nearly six years together, we were thick as thieves. I miss him terribly.
On his instagram, we share little poems. Here is the goodbye one we shared for him:
Thank You, Friends. I Had A Wonderful Time.
Someday soon you’ll pack up my bed,
remove the gate atop the stairs.
Someday soon the vacuum may claim
the last bit of my hair.
But even when things are tidied,
I hope you always find.
The little bits of love
I sought to leave behind.
Even if you can’t hear little clicking
as I shuffle across the floor,
I hope you carry thoughts of me
with you forevermore.
In every steak you order,
should my memory occur,
I hope you keep finding the joy we shared,
like a pesky bit of fur.
A bond like ours is rare and special,
and it can always last.
You can carry my love with you,
holding present what may have passed.
We shared so much together,
and though it could never be enough,
we’ll still always have each other,
forever love, forever fluff.
This was their last get together. Just a couple of grumpy old pugs.
Molly is a very good girl and deserves all the pets.
(Keyboard warriors: before people complain about her nails, please be aware that she gets her nails trimmed every two weeks, and the nail polish is dog safe. She just has abnormally shaped claws, but she's very well cared for. The vet sees her three to four times a year and has no concerns about her nail length.)