Oliver

In October of 2003, I drove to Madison, Connecticut to pick up an eight-week old Cavalier King Charles puppy. Anxious about being separated from his littermates, he shook like a leaf during the drive and was carsick twice before we reached his new home. We named him Oliver. He was meant to be a friend and companion for our youngest son, and so he was. But because I was the one home taking care of him during the day, it wasn’t long before we bonded and he became “my dog”. Bred as companion dogs and known “the comforter spaniels”, Cavaliers are all about their people. They love nothing more than spending the day calmly sitting in their human’s lap or laying at their feet –