3,092 days of Olive

We miss Olive.

It’s been roughly six months since we said goodbye to our Boston Terrier, Olive.

Our daughter has started including her when she says her “I love yous” on occasion. It’s usually at the dinner table and she’ll announce that she loves Mommy and Daddy, and her brother, and Olive. Then she’ll add that she misses Olive.

We do too, honey. We do too.

We had 3,092 days with her after we rescued/adopted her. And we enjoyed every one of them.

When we brought our son home from the hospital, Olive spent the next few weeks laying on the floor in front of his rocker guarding him, sitting on Jen’s lap to watch over him, and following us around whenever we took him from room to room.

She did the same with our daughter.

Boston terriers are good dogs in general, known for being very loyal. But between the loyalty and what was clearly a desire to help mother our kids, Olive was a really special dog.