I’ve known Oscar, my cat since I was born.
He’s pretty much been like… my brother all my life. My quiet, annoying at times, cute older brother.
When we were little we’d run from him, or put him in a pillow case and swing him around or trap him in the hamper and stuff like that. But we also slept with Oscar by our side, watch TV with him, ate dinner with him, and played with him.
When we started to get a little older I would teach him to meow, sit, high five, play freaking soccer and tag… He was a cool cat.
After a while I guess he wasn’t loved as much. I moved out, my sister couldn’t even play with him because he gave her bad allergies, and my mom couldn’t let him sleep in her room anymore because he was so old he’d fall off.
And I remember this one time a few weeks ago I started crying when I was over there because I was afraid Oscar was going to die soon, and I cradled him and cried for the rest of the night.
Today, April 4, 2010, Oscar died. I love him and I miss him and I hope he has an awesome time in Kitty Heaven.
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