Some of you guys might remember a cat I took back from a home a while ago. His name was Rumbler, and I found him another home where he was very spoilt and happy.
Well, unfortunately they had to put Ocelot (they renamed him) down today. He had been feeling sick lately, having trouble breathing. They had been to the vet, even done an x-ray, but the vet had no ideas. Today he took a turn for the worse, they rushed him in to see the vet, but the only choice was a surgery that he had less than 50% chance of surviving, no matter what they found. They decided to put him to sleep...He was just barely a year old.
He was beautiful. I have a 'soft spot' in my heart for tabbies with a "race" on their face. A 'race' is a little white streak that runs up alongside or over the nose in a crooked line.
*closes eyes to send comforting thoughts and peaceful wishes to all who Rumbler/Ocelot touched in his life*
This was a terribly sad day for his parents, they tried so hard for Ozzy to get better. They loved and babied that boy like no one I'd ever seen. I've never seen true heartbreak like I did that day when I took them to see him for the last time.
We'll all Miss you Ocelot, oh Pancake cat. So, don't forget your towel, and enjoy da-bird in the sky.