Oscar the grouch, at times you suited that name so well. But, at other times you were my best friend. I miss the hugs and licks, and your sweet purr as you sat on my chest. We were told you wouldn’t live past two, and you became our miracle. Always know I love you Oscar and
will see you again someday.
Oscee-pus,
| Oscar |
| 9, Apr 2005 |
| Christine |