Sweet Oliver

Four years ago today I woke up to my kitty Oliver enduring fatal  health issue that would eventually end his life. Thankfully he didn't suffer long. The vet said they couldn't help him. He had lost the use of his back legs and his lungs were quickly filling with fluid. I can't remember the name of the condition, but it's similar to a stroke, and even if it occurs in a hospital they can't do much for the beloved pet. It was such a sad day. I miss him.

He was a sweet guy; when he wanted to be. We had a love hate relationship. If I was paying attention to him he would hiss and attack me. But when I came home at night I could here him jump from the bed to the floor and hop down the steps to greet me at the back door jumping up and rubbing my leg and purring. He would be hissing and growling at me one minute and curling up and purring with me the next. I miss his quirkiness. 

My daughter brought him home one night and he was instantly at home. He always had this attitude that he allowed us to live in his house. He had that attitude the rest of his life. He was a loner, and when I brought home two other kittens, or when my daughter brought her kittens over he got a real attitude. But he loved my kitty Betty. She was the only cat that could get near him. I even caught him sleeping near her one afternoon. When he didn't come home from the vet she knew something happened. She didn't allow us to touch her pick her up for a week. He was her buddy. She was heart broken. 

I still remember going to pick him up from the vet office. How heavy my heart felt, and the love the staff extended in their condolences.  I could see the sadness in their eyes too. They cared for him for most of his life and they knew his temperament and how loving he was on the flip side of it. 

We miss you Ol!! Thank you for bringing us such love and devotion. RIP sweet man.