Today my little boy Oscar died. He'd been going downhill slowly for a couple of weeks, staggering around one day, and then bouncing back the next. Over the last few days, though, he lost his ability to walk and use the litter box, and then yesterday, he somehow managed to get downstairs and wedge himself into a tiny space between boxes in the storage room. I think he was doing that thing cats do when they go off into the woods to die. I brought him back to his room, and today, it was clear that his time had come. I took him to our vet so he could go to sleep peacefully. So painfully sad.
When we rescued Oscar from the shelter about a year and a half ago, we knew he'd had a tough life and a ton of health problems. We wanted to make it so he could live the rest of his years in the lap of luxury, and he did. What we didn't count on was how much we would come to love him, and how much he would enrich our lives. He was only 13, and I wish he could have lived with us for at least another five years. Would that be too much to ask?
Oscar was an incredible cat. I miss him terribly.
When we rescued Oscar from the shelter about a year and a half ago, we knew he'd had a tough life and a ton of health problems. We wanted to make it so he could live the rest of his years in the lap of luxury, and he did. What we didn't count on was how much we would come to love him, and how much he would enrich our lives. He was only 13, and I wish he could have lived with us for at least another five years. Would that be too much to ask?
