Oliver Chisholm

I got Oliver when he was 3 months old from a shelter having an adoption event at Petsmart. Someone had adopted him but had just brought him back because a puppy was too much work. I saw him and knew he was the puppy for me. He came home the following Saturday and jumped into my arms when I went to pick him up from the shelter. He’s been Mommy’s boy ever since. He’s been my little shadow and constant companion for 12 short years, helped me through the loss of my mom and sister. He’s been my driving buddy on trips and my personal Hoover, always looking for crumbs or bits of food while I was cooking. . Losing him has left a massive hole, even though he was a little guy. Rest well, baby boy. Mommy will always love you.