Thanks so much for the replies.
Oscar was a beautiful black and white cat, I had him since he was a baby (about 8 weeks old) so I feel grateful and blessed that I had him in my life for as long as I did.
He was part of a rescued litter of kittens, he came to me and fell asleep in my arms while talking to the lady we were adopting from. I believe we chose eachother, I was in love with him instantly. He was so timid, when we got home he was scared to come out of the carrier and for his whole life he stayed a timid cat as he was scared of loud noises or sudden noise. It meant alot to me that he reacted to me saying its ok, it helped him relax and not run off when he got scared knowing he was safe. He was a house cat he didn't like to venture outside at all, the top step was as far as he would try but come straight back in.
He was a funny cat, he liked to play fetch and he would take the little ball back for me to throw it again. He loved getting brushed so much! He loved to lick plastic bags for some reason. He loved lying on the most random of things, play monopoly he will lie on the middle of the board! Wrapping a present he would lie on the paper! He really loved to watch the birds at the window and chatter! He was my baby, he would lie on my lap every night while watching TV and then go to bed with me. He followed me to the toilet, I believe he loved me back as much as I love him. He growled at the postman which made me laugh so much I think sometimes he was meant to be a dog!
I will miss everything about him, his noises, his footsteps, his smell, his gorgeous little face, his head bumps, his kneeding on my legs, everything! He has been with me through tough times like I had postnatal depression a few years ago. I have anxiety and I would feel calmer just having him near me. The pain of his absence is unbelievable.
Thank you very much for asking for information about him, I enjoyed telling you about him. I am the weird woman that always talked about my cat to anyone who would listen. I very much hope that our bodies are shells and our spirit stays on, I hope that when my day comes I get to hold him in my arms again!
I am 33, had my boy Oscar since I was 19 and had not long moved into my own place. My life feels forever changed by the loss.
I feel sorry for people that do not connect deeply with their animals, it has been an amazing 14 years with him. I love him deeply and always will, it is so true the price of such a great love is the pain in grief once they are gone.
I also get the guilt feeling, I wonder if we had taken him to the vet months ago would it have made a difference to how long he had left in this world. I wish I knew there was something happening inside him and could have saved him. I always hoped id be so lucky to have him til he was in his 20s! But I truly am grateful I had him as long as I did as I have read other stories of loss of much younger cats and I realise I was lucky for the length of time I had with such a special boy.