In Memory of Percival Platypus, our Murdered Friend

In light of the recent murder of our friend, Percival Platypus, I am posting this old photo to show that at one time he was a beloved friend. In Mama's attempt to find acceptable items for Oliver to chew, she purchased a wonderful goody-bag of delicious treats that would not contribute to my girth. Shown below is the sole photo of Percival, the purple platypus, who was - for two brief but happy months - Oliver's best friend. He squeaked when you pressed his belly, he made curious crinkling noises when you touched his feet (or flappers, if you will). He flew through the air with the greatest of ease. He replaced the boring old ball as Oliver's favorite fetch toy. He was Oliver's constant companion, especially on the non-daycare days when Oliver would spend time in his kennel.

Nobody knows what poor Percival did to set off Oliver, but....
one day - best friend; next day - torn to pieces in what can only be described as a horrifying crime scene. Poor Percival. He was such a loyal companion. Now he is only another entry on the list of items Oliver has destroyed.

Hey, little brother. If you're lonely now, you have only yourself to blame.