This is Oliver’s shelter Mom writing on his behalf because he is not really feeling to well these days so we are letting him rest a bit.
Oliver’s story is a sad one, surrendered; adopted and surrendered again Oliver lost a lot of his trust in people and became very withdrawn. We made the commitment to make him a permanent resident fearing that much more change would send him into a downward spiral. It took some work and some patience but our gentle funny Oliver came back to us amusing us with his antics like trying to escape with a mop to stash or pooping over the stairway ledge (but never on the carpet; he is a good boy).
Sadly, this summer Oliver became ill – he was removed from his group for a few days so he could be monitored round the clock and fed every four hours. He rallied but when it came time to return him to his group his beloved Fiona would have no part of him – our sweet boy had to be moved into a new group away from his lifetime companion. He is beginning to show a bit of his old spark now in the company of new friends and has found warm furry bodies to cuddle up with when he naps but at six years of age Oliver seems older than his years and the fight with insulinoma and adrenal disease is wearing him down.
We would love to have him spoiled with all his favorite things this Christmas – N’Bones, Ferretone, Cuddle Cup beds and crocheted toys which he takes a ferocious pride in destroying.
If you could help bring some Christmas cheer to this very special little shelter boy you would make him and his shelter Mom so very happy.
Thanks Santa, with love on behalf of Oliver