The cat I’ve had since I was four, is being put down today.
My dad called me and said that he has been in pain for the last little while and the vet said that they couldn’t wait until I got home for break.
Oreo was the best kitty around.
He was the first thing I loved, he taught me responsibility, and he always knew when I was crying and was there to comfort me. He was always patient when my baby niece wanted to pet him and play with him. I’m pretty sure he’ll be the first thing to teach her about death. Which makes me proud of him, in a way. Whenever she sees my face or comes over to my house she says, “Oreo! Oreo? Oreo!” and goes looking for him. That will be a little hard to handle thing break…
You might say it’s lame to be crying this much over a cat. But I don’t care.
I love Oreo with all my heart and I called him my prince charming.
I love ya, fluffbutt.
