Sadly my Oliver crossed over the bridge on 5/2 He was eight years old, loved towel rides, N bones and cold water He was friendly to all, slept with any other baby who happened into his sleeping area Never any trouble, never sick he just got old and decided it was time The babies room is now a little quieter and a lot sadder Goodbye my friend, join up with your brothers and sisters who have gone before and remember one day we will all be together again Dad [Posted in FML 6687]