We met Oliver on a sunny afternoon. I remember quite clearly all the dogs wagging their tails, barking greetings and there at the end of the line stood a quiet, beautiful boy named Oliver.
He was reserved, standing regal and strong and he had a certain presence that we were instantly drawn to. We asked to spend some time with him and that was all it took – we knew he was part of our family.
I recall on the ride home daydreaming of how our lives would be and all the great times we would have. I could envision Oliver swimming at the lake, being right by our sides when we went hiking in the mountains, ears flapping in the wind, as he would hang his head out the car window…. But instead Oliver liked running down to the lake and splashing the water with his paw- watching the fish jump and he liked chasing butterflies up and down the trails in the mountains and taking naps in the car.