We took Oliver to the vet for a minor ailment yesterday. While we were there, she suggested we run yearly bloodwork since he's not a young dude. She also detected a galloping sound in his heart, which she'll be checking out a few months from now. She didn't seem too concerned thus far about it, but of course I've got it in my head.
Adam came to the appointment straight from work. He sat in the chair, picked Oliver up, and kissed him on his head. Family.
I will always have the joy of knowing I've given Oliver a good life. And that he's returned the favor.