Your Pet Loss Stories'My Little Angel - Oliver'
Oliver was the kind of cat that when you first met him he seemed to be mean but when you got to know him he was the sweetest kitten ever, he was just playful but also chill. I remember when (after years of asking for a cat) I was allowed to adopt a cat. I went to a no kill shelter that I trusted.
I looked for a few minutes and I saw a grey female kitten, many little orange kittens. The kittens that I saw really did not seem like the best match for me. Then I went into another room and that is when I saw Oliver along with a black cat and two other kittens. The moment I saw Oliver I knew he was the one!
After my parents signed the papers and we went to Petco to get his collar I was able to bring him home. That was the best day of my life!
I remember the day I adopted him we went in my room and played for hours with his new toys. Oliver went under my bed and hid (that used to scare me because I thought he would get stuck).
The day after I adopted Oliver I remember him sleeping on top of my head and then getting lonely at 4 am and waking me up so I could play with him, I always did because you could never say no to his adorable face!
Ollie had a habit of attacking my feet! I remember he would always lay on his back with his paws in the air and attack you if you walked over him so (after learning the hard way!) I made a game out of carefully jumping over him.
Oliver was like one of my best friends, I say this because he had the power to make me laugh when I was crying. I remember one night my dad telling my uncle "Those two can not be separated, he is her pride and joy!" Oliver was, and still is, my pride and joy. I remember giving Oliver a bath and then putting him in a towel and rocking him like a baby until he was dry.
One day I was sitting in a chair with my light jacked on my lap and he jumped on my lap, so I covered him with a blanket and rocked him to sleep. After having him for about a year in a half he did not cuddle as much. Then he started cuddling again. I remember walking downstairs one day to see him laying on the dish washer! I took some pictures of that with my phone and I got one of him licking his lips!
I had so many nick names for him! The nick names were Ollie, Ollie Pop, Shnookums, Shnookum Poo, etc.
When I grew older I started having sleepovers at my friends about each weekend and then lacrosse and on top of that going to my dads so I did not see him a lot. I remember going to North Carolina for a week with the family and I adopted a webkinz and named it Oliver because I missed him so much!
The last day I saw him we played with my robe string (I was crying and that cheered me up the next day he passed) I don't know how it fully happened because I was sobbing too hard to hear anything. I made a video for him and a poster. I still cry every day and it's only been a little over a week. I remember coming home to find my parents getting ready to bury him and I sobbed some more.
The point I am trying to make is he was the best thing that ever happened to me and I will always love him unconditionally ! He was one of my best friends. he is now my little angel! He was a beautiful cat that I will always love to the moon and back.
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