My 3 year old cat Oreo died on june 19 of this year. Her death is still fresh on my mind and the way she was found is an image I can’t get out of my mind. It was such a senseless death. She was found in the next door neighbor’s yard and believed that their dogs visiting mother killed her. She was good friends with the neighbors dog-a Jack Russell-they played for hours.
I believe that the mother was either over protective, jealous, or just thought Oreo was a rodent or something. The neighbor on the other side of the fence told me where Oreo’s body was. The owners weren’t even home at the time. I haven’t spoken to them since, nor do I want to.
Gone is my other cat’s best friend and the smartest cat I have ever owned. She could fetch, stay, and hunt moles and kill them. I buried her in the backyard next to my vegetable garden because that was her favorite place in the whole world. No matter where she was, she always knew when I was in or around my garden and she would always find me and do somersaults on my feet.
Another unusual attribute she had was she was always happy and content with whatever circumstance she found herself in. I longed to pick her up and hold her awhile, but she could only tolerate about 9 seconds of it.
When my husband and I buried her, it took him about 20 minutes to dig her grave because the ground was so hard from lack of rain. It was the most excruciating 20 minutes of my life. I’m having a real hard time dealing with this. I have had close people in my life die and I don’t remember feeling such overwhelming sadness for them as I did for Oreo.
My other cat, Casso, is several years older than Oreo was, but it’s difficult to tell if she is going through the grieving process because she didn’t see her die, she just knows she’s not around anymore. I really love and miss you Oreo.
You were truly the greatest companion,
| Oreo |
| 19, June 2005 |
| Paige |