A little over fourteen years ago a small orange kitten came into our lives although he didnt stay small for long. We named him Oliver since he reminded us of the kitten in Oliver and Company. He was very loving and gentle. In fact for the first two years of his life we wondered if he even had claws because he never used them (he did have them). When he was three he suddenly decided he no longer wanted to stay indoors and nothing we did could keep him inside. So we let him (as if we had a choice LOL). He always stayed right near the house or in the garage. He would come in for a few hours a day to get some love but for the most part stayed outside. Fourteen years goes by so fast. For the past year hes been going down hill. His sight and smell started to fail and he couldnt eat hard food anymore. He was still very loving and didnt seem to be in any pain so we kept an eye on him while switching to canned food for him. Hes gotten slower in his movements and no matter how much he did eat he had lost all his weight and wasnt gaining it back. We knew it was time. No matter how much we are going to miss him we couldnt put it off any longer. Hes crossing the rainbow bridge and I know hell be happy there. Im going to miss our Ollie cat; Ollie is no longer in the house.
Posted on: Fri, 05 Sep 2014 15:00:44 +0000
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