This is our Oscar. We got him and his brother, Marty, about nine about nine years ago when one of the cats owned by our former downstairs tenants had a litter of four , which proved to be just too much for them to handle (understandably, I might add). They spent the first four months of their lives living in separate cages in our basement while they were — uhhmmm — “de-worming,” but as soon as they got a clean bill of health we brought two of them up to our home to stay with us. Our lives were never the same — and that’s a good thing.
Marty was pretty quick to claim my wife, Deinell, as “his,” and that made Oscar “mine” by default. Until we lost Marty to a urinary tract infection on Christmas day four years ago, and Oscar started to spread his love and affection…
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Through the Shattered Lens 
Sorry for your loss. I truly am. I think we sometimes forget that there are real people on the other side of the screen. Every time one of us loses someone very close to us it hits everyone in someway.
It’s always tough to lose someone. Even almost two years now I still grieve for my Dad, but I cherish the memories I had with him both good and bad.
I’m sure Oscar will stay in your heart and thoughts. While it’s easy to say that things will get better and the hurt fade I think in the end missing those we’ve lost helps keep them in the forefront of our thoughts.
While Oscar has crossed over the Rainbow Bridge to reunite with his brother Marty just know that they’re both healthy and happy once again and will wait for the day when you’re all reunited once more.
Again you have my deepest condolences.
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Thanks for the kind words, I really appreciate it.
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