July 1, 2010. Oh, approximately 7.30 pm. I got home from work and poured a glass of wine and sat outside amongst my hearty herbs in gloriously coloured pots, twinkling lights strung whimsically across tree fallen winter branches. The outdoor rug is a recycled bohemian gypsy woven colourful plastic spread. I happen to love my tiny outdoor paradise. The chiminaya was filled with locally grown organic twigs and the night air was settling in with a cool july 1 , 52 degrees. Oliver loves to sit outside with me, by my side or on my lap. I always have his harness on when we are in this tiny patio area, but this night, i neglected to put his leash on. He was eating his dinner and staring lovingly thru me, and snuggling up to my lap. Oliver decided to snatch a little french olive from my plate. Not wanting him to swallow it, i asked him to "drop it". On this night, my Oliver, now 17 months of joy, young, decided to tease and play. He took off running thru the cobblestone alley way. I ran after him, trying to tempt him with a banana treat. In a split second, Olivers tiny perfect swimmers muscular body was struck by a speeding car. I screamed and screamed and then collapsed inside of the cobblestone ancient covered walkway outside of my back courtyard where only moments ago, we were peacefully sitting together. Olivers head was hit and i watched his body propelled thru the air and slam into another building. I dont know what happened immediately after that, but i found myself screaming and hyperventilating as i ran with the neighborhood, after Oliver. Oliver took off running in a traumatic frightened and shock filled state. He ran all the way to the new nationally known state of the art, childrens hospital. He was foaming at the mouth when i finally had my arms around him. 

Within 30 minutes, Oliver was taken immediately at the Camp Horne Road emergency vet hospital. Hours later, xrays and bloodwork, my Oliver came home with me. His bones are intact. His organs are intact. He was sent home with pain medicine. 

Tonight my Oliver is doing much better. He is bruised and not exactly himself and his happy little spirt yet. He ate my mothers "made from scratch free range organic chicken broth" that i mixed with his familiar dry kibble and chopped up bananas and skinned granny smith apples.

It takes only a moment for your entire joy and life and love to change. Every moment that your animal is happy, is a gift. 

Thank you for all of your loving support, to heal Lord Oliver. He is one heck of a loved puppy, as well as the love and light of my entire life.

Welcome back, Lord Oliver!!!