MY BIRD IS SITTING IN THE TOP CORNER OF HER CAGE CALLING MY DOG’S NAME AND ASKING IF HE WANTS A TREAT AND IF HE WANTS TO GO TO OUTSIDE AND HE’S TOO STUPID TO REALIZE IT’S HER SO EVERYTIME SHE SAYS SOMETHING HE LOOKS AT ME LIKE
SHE LAUGHS EVERYTIME TOO AND NOW HE’S JUMPING ON ME AND BARKING AND GETTING MAD AT ME LIKE OLIVER TURN AROUND AND LOOK IN THAT HUGE ASS CAGE AND BEG HER FOR A FUCKING TREAT OR SOMETHING.
NOW SHE ASKED IF HE WANTS TO GO FOR A WALK
SOMEONE HELP.
NO OLIVER, IGNORE ECHO. NO ONE IS HERE
I PROMISE.
I’M 1000% DONE.
“OLI GO CAGE.” NO OLI
DON’T.
GO.
CAGE.
hi friends. it's been a long time since i've logged on to this account, and i regret the reason, but we're saying goodbye to oliver in the coming week. i know there's not a real reason i have to announce this to anyone, and maybe those of you who remember him would rather not have known, if you happen to stumble back upon this post.
but in looking back at his life, putting together some of my favorite moments, writing my thoughts and feelings on the loss of my best bud... i thought about this post. about how, while it was rare, when people found out that the dog in front of them was the dog from tumblr, they were so excited. about how he isn't famous, but he is loved. he is so, so loved. by my family, but by some of y'all, too. about how from day one of bringing him home, he has just been... the goofiest guy, who never fails to make me smile, and by god is this proof of that.
i was not in a great spot on this day. this was obviously very shortly after he came home, and to be honest—we adopted him less than two weeks after losing my childhood dog. we were still grieving, but i think my parents let it happen so quickly because, well. i was a junior in high school dealing with bullying severe enough to get school officials involved. my childhood dog, sandy, was one of my biggest sources of comfort. when my mom and i went to the shelter we weren't necessarily planning on finding oliver, but when we saw him, we knew. it was still an adjustment. i was crying the day this happened, i remember. and sandy... she used to lay with me when i cried. but oliver's approach was tactful distraction. playing. making me laugh. being as obnoxious as he could be so i forgot what i was sad about. and this was the very first day i learned that, with an assist from echo.
he got used to echo's antics, started talking back to her after a few months. but he can't even hear her taunt him anymore. he's deaf and blind now, but he still feels so much around him. i don't know how the universe works. i don't know how we feel or perceive love, but... if y'all could send him some love in his final days. remind him how lucky the world was that he existed, that even if it was for one day, at some point he made you smile. just... send that best vibes.
i was so lucky to be his, and have him as mine. i was so lucky to be able to share even just a snapshot of his huge, goofy personality with the world.
love you, bud.
