||Eleven years old|
||Maine Coon Cat|
||Atlanta, Georgia, USA|
is an odd name for a female, but when she was a kitten she was far too
furry to tell just what she was. Maine Coons are like that. One day a friend
of my girlfriend's (a friend of hers that I was none too fond of) was watching
the kitten and said "That cat is such a wiener!!" I said "that's MR. Oscar
Myer to you!!" And it stuck.
She knew the sound of my car when I pulled up and she was always waiting at
the door for me. She'd come when I'd call her name, she'd sleep on the pillow
beside me just like I would lie, with her head on the pillow, her body under
the covers and always a paw touching me. She always had to touch me if I was
home. If I was at my desk she'd be in my lap or on the desk where she could
be near me. If I was watching TV she'd be next to me or (preferably) in my
Oscar died the day before Thanksgiving this past year. The next day, though a
tough one, I had to stop and give thanks that I'd had her at all. She had
become my best friend having all the affection of any human I've ever known,
most of the expressiveness of a human, a large chunk of the intelligence and
none of the spite.
The hardest thing I ever had to do in my life was bury that cat. But it was
the last thing I was ever able to do for her so I picked the best spot I could
and did the best job of it anyone could've. I'll miss her terribly.
The reason I'm sending in these pictures and this note is number one, because
Oscar was the best friend anyone could've ever had and her memory should be
shared with those who can appreciate it, and two, because people visiting this
site should be reminded of just how special pets can be and to treat their's
as special every day they have them.
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