It’s a terrible morning everywhere because of the horrendous mass shooting in Las Vegas and the ongoing tragedy in the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico. Closer to home it’s an extra sad day: we had to put Oscar to sleep after a prolonged illness. His legs simply stopped functioning yesterday although he tried putting a brave face on it for his humans.
We’ve been going to the same vet for 30 years and we’ve been through this with four cats. We trust his judgment and when he told us that the best Oscar could hope for was a few good days, we knew it was time to say goodbye. It would have been selfish for us to keep him around. A long goodbye was not in the cards. When elderly cats go, they go fast.
I kept my social media friends apprised of Oscar’s situation and those who had never met him IRL said the same thing: “I felt like I knew him.” He was a sweet, lovable, and gregarious kitty who brought a lot of joy into everyone’s lives. Della Street is confused that we came home without her big brother. Oscar left a giant hole in the hearts of his family, Dr. A, Della and me.
I posted my favorite picture of the Big O at the top of the post. This week’s catblogging will be an extended tribute to Oscar and his giant cartoon-like eyes.
I’m not superstitious but it began pouring as we drove home from the vet so I quoted an old blues song to Dr. A. I’ll give it and Eric Clapton the last word:
My thoughts are with you, Grace and Della today.
And, yes, I felt like I knew Oscar through your words and pictures.
I am so sorry. You gave Oscar a wonderful life. So glad we also got to know him
Shit. Damn. Fuck. I’m so sorry.
He looks just like my Little Joe, gone 15 years now … fuck how time flies. Little Joe was the finest dude! He was a diabetic! Had to give him shots. Man, I miss that little dude. My deepest condolences on your loss. Pets are the VERY BEST.
No words …
So sorry Peter. I lost my cat the same way — her legs stopped working. Her kidneys gave out. Even though it happened 28 years ago, I still miss her terribly. Her ashes are in a box in my bedroom and I say good morning and good night to her and rub the box like I was rubbing her tummy. Very sorry for your loss.
Damn. I’m sorry you’ve lost your family member. Meow in peace, Oscar.
Not unexpected, of course, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I’m sorry for all three of you.
I grieve with thee.
So sorry for your loss. It’s gut wrenching, even if you know it coming.
i miss my basil terribly. we need spares.