Oscar, our 18 year old cat, died this week. He'd been fighting a series of minor infections over the last few months, until a really bad one he just couldn't shake, but he had been relatively healthy otherwise until the last few days. We noticed Tuesday he was having difficulty walking, he had stopped eating and drinking and by Wednesday night he had begun to rapidly deteriorate. We did what we could to make him comfortable until we could take him to the vet Thursday morning.
He was a tough guy. When he was younger he'd leap over a sofa to chase a tennis ball. He killed a lot of mice and even a few bats. He befriended a squirrel named Scar-face, who got trapped in our basement mysteriously. Trained two kittens, even outlived one, and struck fear in the hearts of two dogs. One was a huge Irish wolf hound. And only special people got head-butts. He leaves behind two people, a lab-beagle mix and two stray cats. He will be missed.
2 comments:
I wish there is somewhere a Paradise of Cats where he can be healthy again, and run after a lot of tennis balls :o
I hope your wish is true, and with any luck there are Irish wolf hounds to chase, and and endless tuna bar!
Thanks for the kind words.
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