Words cannot express how much I will miss Oliver. Or Ollie for short. For some reason I’ve called him Oliver the last few years. I’ve been his cat mom for a little over a third of my life, 35% of my life. 14 years. He was 3 almost 4 when I adopted him. He had turned 18 in April. I just knew he’d be here for years longer. I think I was lying to myself. Maybe that felt better than knowing I may lose him within months of losing Hailey. I couldn’t bear to lose another baby within such a short amount of time. Life isn’t fair and sometimes when a beloved pet is ill, their final days or weeks come fast and they come out of nowhere. I knew he had kidney disease and I was helping him through that. I just didn’t understand why he was losing weight so rapidly. The hardest part of having a beloved pet is giving them the dignity and making the decision for them when it’s time to let go. I don’t know how to do life without him. I will look for him for a long, long time. I will forever miss waking up to him surprisingly next to me, he didn’t really do that much as the years went by. But once in awhile he’d surprise me. I’ll miss coming downstairs and him just being nearby, pacing for his morning breakfast. Waiting like a pup, watching me and looking at me with those big eyes of his. I’ll miss him nuzzling me and I’ll miss his random galloping around the house. So many things, so many memories. The only thing that makes it easier is knowing he is up there with his little soulmate, Stella, and my dad is taking care of him until I get there someday. Reunited with all of the pets he knew and has yet to meet, the ones who went before he became my little guy, my baby boy. I hope he’s no longer in pain and can run free, again. I will never stop missing you, bubs. 💔