On June 21st, my dear sweet Oliver passed over the Rainbow Bridge. As you know, he had Fibrosarcoma for about 18 months, and had two surgeries to slow its progression. Sadly, these tumors are almost never cured, and his had grown large again…
I brought him home from the shelter in 2005, about six weeks after Zorro died. He was a little over a year old at the time. Full of spunk, and ready to give his older sister Martini a run for her money. He was long and lanky, and much bigger than her, but he never quite had the courage to stand up to her when she laid down the law.
Martini “Snuggling” With Oliver
Martini (front) and Oliver Demanding Their Breakfast
Martini (Black and White) Ruling the Roost – Oliver (Orange), Concerned about getting beaten up!
After Martini died, I realized just what a lap cat Oliver had always wanted to be. He proudly took up his spot on my lap during movies and snuggled against my chest at night. He loved sleeping in his puff by my computer. He hated when Coraline bullied him out of his spot, but sometimes she just wanted to cuddle.
Oliver and Coraline Snuggling – Don’t they look happy holding hands?
Oliver was never much into people food, but loved to chew on things. Paper, the corners of the furniture, the corners of books – there are quite a few items around my house that bear his tiny teeth marks.
He also loved to drink water out of the faucet, and would turn up his nose if the water in his bowl wasn’t fresh enough… He would wait until I stirred in the morning, but once I appeared as if I might be awake, it was a free-for-all to get me out of bed for his breakfast. He got smart in his later years though and wouldn’t leave his perch until it was clear that I was going downstairs, lest he get rudely kicked out of the bedroom so I could snatch another hour…
He loved sleeping under the covers with me
He loved sleeping, period
Oliver and I on our last day
I hope you are having a good time in heaven, Oliver; you are sorely missed…