Oliver not ready to say goodbye

Oliver was prostrate
To all the world he seemingly
Was dead or very close to dying
Half under a car was he
Covered in a mass of flies
Motionless just there
Lying in the gutter
In his true despair

Animal is unlimited
The angel if the street
Were notified and came to see
His countenance replete
Threatened by the end game
His weakness all could see
Challenged by his circumstance
Threatened constantly

Wrapped up in a blanket
And taken back to where
Love and kindness fill each moment
And people there share
Love and pure compassion
And so his journey began
His temperature was very low
And so began the plan

Lots of IV fluids
And amazingly when he
Awoke his spirit danced above him
He wanted to be
Alive and joyful clearly
Was not ready to go
He had respiratory problems
But all of us did know

Oliver was really game
To fight and to win through
He was very amiable and friendly
He was true
To himself wanting to walk by himself
Though very weak
The grace of god was on his side
Life he’s he did seek

Within two months
He was running about
A joyful boy
Loved to be picked up
And cuddled
His tail a wagging ploy
He was everybody’s favourite
A mopsy in a way
Really liking loving words
Every single day