Olivander Steele
Feb 14 2002 - Dec 29 2006
This post is in loving memory of our beloved Oliver.
It is with a saddened heart that I am telling of Oliver's passing. He was loved by many, and will be missed by all.
Oliver became a member of our family, after one visit to the Leesburg Animal Shelter. Mom and I were in search of a guinea pig, and that's exactly what we found. His story was heart breaking and we knew that he had to be with us. The sad truth was that he was just over a year old, and he had been there for a year, his former owners had surrendered him. So for a year no body wanted this sweet boy. On our next visit we brought a strawberry, which he had never had. He wasn't sure what to do with it, but he ate all of it. On the third visit we were allowed to take him home with us. He became my pet on March 13 2003.
In the early fall of 2005 Oliver started to grow a lump. At first is was small and hardly noticeable, I thought he had bitten his lip and it had become swollen. It didn't go away. It started to grow, but it wasn't slowing him down or causing any pain. He was active, could eat and wasn't bothered by it. However in spring of 2006 it was larger then a quarter. We took him to a vet, to see what could be done. The vet tried to drain the lump, but it was solid. We were told that our only choice was to have it surgically removed. Oliver was not considered young anymore and a surgery like this would very likely have killed him. It still wasn't causing him pain so we left it alone. His lump continued to grow. In July of 2006 it started to cause him pain. Going to a different vet we were told that it could be lanced and a biopsy on the lump could be done. So we went ahead and did this. The results came back as Cancer. It wasn't going to spread to other places in his body, but it would continue to grow. To remove it would force him to under go facial reconstruction and he wouldn't have lived through that. We decided a life on pain medication was a better choice.
After several months of taking pain medication Oliver refused to take any more. He physically wouldn't take it. So we stopped giving it to him. During this time I was away in college, and my mother was his care giver. She has told me stories of how she would return home from a night of work, and as soon as he heard her, Oliver would squeal for her attention. More often then not he was louder then both the dogs. When I returned from school it was as if I had returned from the dead for him. He would talk to me long into the night and often during the day. It was two days after Christmas that the lump had almost totally covered his mouth. He couldn't eat anymore, and he had lost weight. That night I held him and told him that I would always love him, in this world and the next. The next evening mom and I discussed that it was time to let his rest. That very night we took him to the vet for the last time.
I loved him so much that I have to make this clear. Rather then watch his starve to death, a slow and pain-full demise, I let him fall asleep and simply not wake up. So it was on December 29 2006, close to ten o'clock pm that Oliver was carried in the arms of an Angel up to heaven. He was buried New Years Eve in the backyard of my Uncle John and Aunt Arlene along with the ashes of Jingles. I know that he is in a better place where he feels no pain and has no thirst. In heaven I know he is as he was before, lump free and adorably chubby.
I will always love you Oliver. In this wrold and the next.
May his peace be eternal and love everlasting.