For the past month he’s been getting worse and worse. He started bleeding from his mouth a few weeks ago. We took him to the vet, who said it was a tumor in his throat and that he wouldn’t be able to survive the operation to remove it. Because of it he couldn’t drink from his bowl anymore, but that wasn’t so bad because he could easily get to the creek and drink from there. Then he started being unable to eat from his bowl, to the point of Mom having to cook scrambled eggs and the like just for him. We were being selfish by not putting him down.
He got thinner and thinner. We could easily feel his entire backbone. He started to lose his ability to see. He bumped into doors and walls, and fell down the front steps twice, though was not hurt.
Finally mom and dad agreed to put him down. Mom put him in her car, and petted him the whole way to the vet. When she went to take him out, she saw that he had already died on the way.
Dad dug a whole near the creek to bury him in. We put him in a tub wrapped in a couple of blankets and wrote his birth and death date on the lid.
Bye, Olliver. We’ll never forget you.