Although he'd reached an age of about 13-16 years old (being a rescue cat we were always uncertain of his exact age), he seemed young at heart and in spirit. Within the space of a short week his health deteriorated and my sister, V and I had to take the decision to have him put to sleep. He was in pain and had been struggling to breathe properly for a few days and the two of us took the vets advice and had him put down. We travelled to the vets and I held him and said my goodbyes whie the vet delivered his injenction.
I still miss him. The house feels incomplete, and our remaining cat Pheobe is still a very much lost without him. She's become very needy and clingy since Oscar died, which could be a sign of stress or maybe even grief.
V and I have decided to purchase a small engraved stone for the back garden. Oscar loved sitting in the shade on a nice sunny day.
We miss you.
xx
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