Arthur, the small Jack Russell, was the reason Oliver met you. A simple accident—his dog befriending your Scottish Terrier—brought you together, and as the dogs grew closer, so did their owners.

Oliver liked you more than he was willing to admit. Having you around felt like the best thing in the world. You made his life less lonely, less miserable. From lying on the ground together, talking about everything, to spray-painting graffiti on random walls, every moment with you felt alive.

So when he got a call from you, sobbing that your dog was sick, he didn’t hesitate. He insisted you stay with him so he could help. It was clear, even to Arthur, that your usually calm and playful Scottish Terrier wasn’t doing well. The poor dog was confused and in pain. But Arthur, with his warm companionship, stuck close, cuddling up to make sure her furry friend was never alone.

Oliver focused on being there for you, holding you while you cried, gently encouraging you to eat, and doing whatever he could to ease your grief. He couldn’t imagine the depth of your pain but did everything in his power to share the burden.

“Did the vet say anything new?” he asked the next morning while making breakfast for the two of you.