R.I.P. Oliver
Eric let me in on some sad, sad news when we got home earlier today from Queens.
Oliver our kitten, passed away last night.
He had a blood clot in his spine which paralyzed him, and Eric's parents found him and tried to rush him to the vet but he died on the way. =[
It's so hard to believe that's real.
Oliver wasn't even a year old yet. He was the most incredible pet that I have ever had in my life.. and let me tell you.. I've had a LOT of pets.
Eric's mom taught Ollie how to play fetch, we would move the line from a lazer level on the floor and he'd chase it, he'd also catch the tiniest flying insects in the house. In short, he was great.
I remember when Eric's dad decided that we could get another cat, and it was going to be mine and Eric's.
I went to the shelter with Sharon (his mom) and we looked at cats. Barry (his dad) said no Black and White cats, and no girls. I instantly fell in love with a black and white cat. I kept saying that he was the one we had to have, even though he was feral (wild). Eventually they all gave in, and even though he was really afraid of us at first, I didn't care.
Within a week of bringing him home he was wandering the house on his own and feeling really comfortable with people... which honestly is fucking incredible for a feral cat.
He loved to be held and petted and would nuzzle against you and purr so fucking loud.
I miss him so damn much already..
Sharon called the other day saying how Ollie would keep walking to our door and sit out side of it, waiting for us to come out of our room and seeming to be confused that we weren't home.. and I was just thinking of how happy I would be coming home and seeing him. It was like he was our little baby.
We were also so excited because when we get an apartment we were going to take him with us and everything.. and now.. he's gone.
I'm just trying to think of the positives through this, even though I have this heavy sinking feeling in my heart. I'm really glad I had him in my life, even though it was less than a year. He was family. He was a part of me. He was a part of all of us. Sheriff (the 12 year old cat) even warmed up to Ollie after awhile and they would run around outside with each other. It was great.
And no other cat will take the place of Oliver. Ever.
I love you Oliver. I hope you knew that.
Oliver our kitten, passed away last night.
He had a blood clot in his spine which paralyzed him, and Eric's parents found him and tried to rush him to the vet but he died on the way. =[
It's so hard to believe that's real.
Oliver wasn't even a year old yet. He was the most incredible pet that I have ever had in my life.. and let me tell you.. I've had a LOT of pets.
Eric's mom taught Ollie how to play fetch, we would move the line from a lazer level on the floor and he'd chase it, he'd also catch the tiniest flying insects in the house. In short, he was great.
I remember when Eric's dad decided that we could get another cat, and it was going to be mine and Eric's.
I went to the shelter with Sharon (his mom) and we looked at cats. Barry (his dad) said no Black and White cats, and no girls. I instantly fell in love with a black and white cat. I kept saying that he was the one we had to have, even though he was feral (wild). Eventually they all gave in, and even though he was really afraid of us at first, I didn't care.
Within a week of bringing him home he was wandering the house on his own and feeling really comfortable with people... which honestly is fucking incredible for a feral cat.
He loved to be held and petted and would nuzzle against you and purr so fucking loud.
I miss him so damn much already..
Sharon called the other day saying how Ollie would keep walking to our door and sit out side of it, waiting for us to come out of our room and seeming to be confused that we weren't home.. and I was just thinking of how happy I would be coming home and seeing him. It was like he was our little baby.
We were also so excited because when we get an apartment we were going to take him with us and everything.. and now.. he's gone.
I'm just trying to think of the positives through this, even though I have this heavy sinking feeling in my heart. I'm really glad I had him in my life, even though it was less than a year. He was family. He was a part of me. He was a part of all of us. Sheriff (the 12 year old cat) even warmed up to Ollie after awhile and they would run around outside with each other. It was great.
And no other cat will take the place of Oliver. Ever.
I love you Oliver. I hope you knew that.