|Purred: Fri Aug 12, '11 10:30am PST |
|Last night Mommy and Daddy came home sad. Someone from the cat house called and said one of the 'formerly ferals' was laying on the basement floor. When mommy and daddy went over, the little kitty tried to crawl away, but was so weak he couldn't.
Mommy and Daddy got him into a carrier and off across town to their vet. Dr. P took blood and examined him. It wasn't good. He had a tumor in his intestines that was very large. He was very pale and weak.
Mommy and Daddy were there with him when they gave him the tranq. Glen and Dr. P took him into the back to help him cross because he was dehydrated and his veins were small and Dr. P said that she wanted to have him cross peacefuly while Glen held him and she gave the shot. Mommy and Daddy got to pet him and tell him what a good boy he was and tell him that others would bring him across. It made mommy and daddy sad. At first he was fiesty, but he calmed when he was wrapped up warm in soft towels and petted.
They named him Oscar Wild because he looked like an Oscar and he had been wild.
Leap gently into the arms of Bast, Oscar. We lift our paws in salute, and tell you that yes, you are sacred, and you will be missed.
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