OliverJune 3, 2009
My cat passed away. In human years, he was old enough to drink. This was an awesome cat. I know that a lot of people think their pets are particularly great but my cat was particularly awesome. For the record, yes – I am one of those people who thought his pet is a person. I treated him this way. I talked to him. I can’t sing but I sung to him. I loved that cat.
In the beginning, I chose a different cat to be mine but from Day One, Oliver the kitten made it obvious that I was his human. Settled. Done. I’ve been through some severely rough times in my life and Oliver was always there. He always gave love unconditionally and I hope to be that good in my lifetime.
In last night’s moonlight, I buried him in my backyard flower garden in a spot among the purple and yellow irises that is easily seen from the window sill where he often sat to watch the birds or whatever was back there. I love you, Oliver. I already miss you.