Yesterday, after I took John to get his ear rechecked, I stopped at Rolling Hills Veterinary Hospital to pick up Oscar’s remains. It turned out to be a much harder experience than I thought it would be. Originally, I had asked Andy to go and pick him up because I didn’t think I could do that. Well, since I was already over on that side of town and the Vet’s office is on the way, I did it. I saw the beautiful box and the paw print and the tears were in my eyes again.
Oh, how I miss my beautiful, furry friend. I’ve had many other cats in my life and none of them have quite touched me the way Oscar did. Oscar always seemed to know exactly when I needed some love and attention even when I didn’t realize it. What I wouldn’t give to pick him up, flip him over, and watch him slowly stretch into an upside-down arc as I balanced him on his back just one more time. For 14 years, he has always been here and it’s just so hard not seeing him. I actually caught myself looking for him as I gave Newman some treats. I stopped when I saw the box on the counter and again tears came to my eyes. I know every day will be a bit easier and that we made the right decision. I just wish my heart could agree with my head.
They certainly do leave their little pawprints on our hearts don’t they? It is hard, and I feel for you. The box is beautiful, and Oscar was blessed to be a part of your lives. Been there myself this year, and it will be tough thinking about ours kitty who passed this year and her favorite Christmas ornaments soon. I just may have to leave a few laying under the tree, like she often did!