It’s taken me several weeks to get a proper write-up for Oliver’s life as I feel nothing I commit to this memorial section will sufficiently do him the justice he deserved.
Oliver was the best outcome for a bad breakup. He was the end result of a young couple seeking to inject life into an expiring relationship, and little did I know how greatly he’d impact me. I had adopted him with an ex-girlfriend when he was 8-weeks old around late September of 2015, and from that moment until his passing, he was a constant presence through some of the darkest and brightest seasons of mine and my family’s life. I well and truly would not be here to share with the world this snapshot of his existence had he not been a part of mine. I cannot adequately express my eternal gratitude, nor how deeply we feel his loss, and how much he meant to each and every person with whom he crossed paths.
He possessed an indomitable spirit; never succumbing to pain, nor illness nor fear for grand adventures with his family were always around the corner. Nothing could deter him. That bullheaded approach made for some taxing moments as we cared for him, especially in his twilight years, but those have become some of the most cherished memories I hold in my possession, and they only contribute to how profoundly he was loved. It was Oliver’s world, and we were simply living in it.
We spent many summers hiking rugged trails or running along the beaches, and when the colder months arrived, we’d play in the snow or chase the autumnal leaves dancing along the forest floor. Every moment, no matter its immensity or insignificance, was special and further adorned the tapestry of his life. He possessed an infectious joie de vivre that could alleviate one’s sadness and remind us of the importance of making every day count. The void left in his wake is one we’ll feel acutely for the rest of our lives.
We love you so much, Oliver, and we’ll see you again. Until then, we’ll miss you, our little skyblazer.