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My cat Ozzy suddenly became sick this weekend, and was too far gone to save. This has DEVASTATED ME, as I have had Ozzy since he was 2 weeks old.

He was found under my shed along with his other siblings. I tried to take them to the animal shelter for a foster, but they were overrun and said they'd have to euthanize them because they didn't have the means to care for them. I spent the next several weeks bottle feeding them around the clock. While the whole litter loved me, I took a special bond to Ozzy. He was always so calm when I held him, and he would always be the one to climb up my leg while I worked.

As he grew older, more of his goofy personality came through. He started stealing socks from my laundry basket and bringing them to me. On any given day, there would be a trail of socks from the laundry room to the bedroom, all thanks to him. He'd also yowl in the bathroom when I was in the shower, then climb on my back when I put on my bathrobe and proceed to rub all over my face and get wet cat hair all over it because my face was wet. I could carry him around like a baby, and he'd even snuggle up to me like a teddy-bear at night.

What makes loosing him so hard, isn't that he was young, or that he was such a cuddle-buddy, it was that caring for him helped me deal with my grief of loosing my dad after he came into my life.

I wanted to capture that personality in my tribute to him. He was such a sweet goofball. My house just isn't as fun without him.

Love you buddy.

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My cat Ozzy suddenly became sick this weekend, and was too far gone to save. This has DEVASTATED ME, as I have had Ozzy since he was 2 weeks old.

He was found under my shed along with his other siblings. I tried to take them to the animal shelter for a foster, but they were overrun and said they'd have to euthanize them because they didn't have the means to care for them. I spent the next several weeks bottle feeding them around the clock. While the whole litter loved me, I took a special bond to Ozzy. He was always so calm when I held him, and he would always be the one to climb up my leg while I worked.

As he grew older, more of his goofy personality came through. He started stealing socks from my laundry basket and bringing them to me. On any given day, there would be a trail of socks from the laundry room to the bedroom, all thanks to him. He'd also yowl in the bathroom when I was in the shower, then climb on my back when I put on my bathrobe and proceed to rub all over my face and get wet cat hair all over it because my face was wet. I could carry him around like a baby, and he'd even snuggle up to me like a teddy-bear at night.

What makes loosing him so hard, isn't that he was young, or that he was such a cuddle-buddy, it was that caring for him helped me deal with my grief of loosing my dad after he came into my life.

I wanted to capture that personality in my tribute to him. He was such a sweet goofball. My house just isn't as fun without him.

Love you buddy.