My Oscar left this morning at 4:30 am. He had perfect timing. I had two shows with my band this weekend and today I have off so I can deal with things.

I came home from my job last night at 1:30 am. Oscar didn’t come to the door so I went to find him laying on the ground. I petted him, he cried, and I knew it was time.

My first emotion was actually that of relief because I knew this would be coming soon and my poor boy was down from 9 pounds to 5. Unfortunately it took him three hours to finally go.  I layed there the whole time. I really wanted him to go at home, not in the car or on a vet table. But after 3 hours I started to stress because I didn’t know how much of this he was feeling. He appeared to have a stroke.

I got up to look up the directions to the vet so we could just start driving there, and that moment he left. I don’t know why he left the minute I walked out of the room. Maybe it was because of my stress. My boyfriend told me he was gone. I walked back in and his eyes were closed, ears down. I petted him and his eyes opened, ears went back up, and I felt his body go limp. We drove him to a vet to hold onto him. A cremation service will pick him up for an individual cremation.

I knew this was going to happen, but not today. For the past 3 days he was purring and cuddling in bed, two things he hadn’t done for weeks or months. I don’t know if it was because he knew it was coming, or because of the holistic laser acupuncture and fluids he received last week.
Mr Blue sniffed Oscar so he knows. Charlie saw him, he kinda ran away. Neither seem phased. Charlie has been waiting to be an only cat again for 12 years.

Oscar was already an angel. I’m glad he’s there now and not here being skinny and in pain. I know everyone says their pet was the best, but Oscar really was. I saw him watching a fly once. He litterally wouldn’t hurt it.

Oscar was my boy -
Oct 1997 – Aug 9, 2009

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