This post is about a being very special to me -- Oscar, one of my family's cats. Born in late 1998, my family adopted Oscar and his brother, Felix from the North Shore Animal League in early 1999 and he was always a wonderful kitty. Being in high school at the time, Oscar and Felix were the first pets my family owned who were pretty solely "my" responsibility -- they lived in my room, their food, water and kitty litter were in my room and I cared for them (and dealt with them waking me at 4:30 in the morning with the now-infamous "double-pounce").

Recently, Oscar's health had been deteriorating... he required multiple surgeries to repair problems with his colon. His kidneys were starting to fail. He was loosing weight. 6 months ago a vet recommended we put his to sleep. At that time, my family declined -- he was still running around, purring and head-butting everything as always.

A few days ago my parents called me to see Oscar -- his health had taken a turn for the worse and the decision was made that it was time to let him go. We all miss him sorely -- especially his brother, Felix, but we are all getting through. And so, I raise my glass and drink in remembrance of one fine kitty.
Have a good sail...
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