Oliver

On March 9, I lost my beautiful little boy Oliver.

He was only thirteen years old, but those thirteen years were some of the best of my life with him by my side. 

Covered in fleas and sawdust and weighing less than 500g, he was found at the back of Bunnings. We weren't sure he would survive that day, but like his namesake, he was a survivor through and through.

I know he's now at peace with his brother and other siblings looking after him, but I cannot wait to see him again.

The remainder of this month will be left for me to process and grieve as needed. Interviews will still take place later on, and I thank you for your patience.

R.I.P. my dear Oliver. It was an honour being your mother. x