He was found as a baby near a creek and brought to my vet. My husband and I had just lost another cat and she called to say she had one for us. He was so tiny with a big belly. Once he was old enough, we took him home. He was very wild, sometimes he could bite and then follow up with a lick on the face. Unlike our previous cats, Oliver chose to stay in bed in the morning and not wake us up at 5 to eat. He had the most beautiful markings and a language of his own - a mournful meow when he was being ignored or wanted to play. A happy twirl when he saw us. Not a big loud purr, but a soft contented one. He was an indoor cat and he was happy with that. We provided him lots of boxes to jump in and hide, mice to toss about the floor or in the air. I think some of his happiest moments was when I had to change the bed. He would run under the covers and undue whatever progress I made. He slept either on my hip, on my stomach or between my husband and I, under the covers with his little head poking out.|
We had no indication of his being sick. Had a vet visit recently and came away with a clean bill of health. But this past weekend, I was out doing errands and my husband called and said to get home because Oliver suddenly fell over and couldn't move his legs - probably he suffered a stroke. We rushed him to the emergency vet hospital, where they performed CPR and stabilized him. His blood counts were low and he was very weak. He made it through the night and was moving his legs the next morning and had more awareness of his surroundings. I was ready to go and visit but got a call to say he had another stroke and passed away. Both my husband and I are devastated because he had such a huge presence in our lives. I know time will heal, but right now I just can't stop crying because I miss him so much. Thank you, Oliver, for choosing us. You were such a great boy! We will always love you!