On December 15, my dear boy Oliver went to the bridge. He was an indoor kitty, but he always wanted to get out. Somehow, on the 12th or 13th (I am not sure when) he managed to and no one, meaning me, noticed. I didn't notice he wasn't in the house until the about 1030pm on the 13th. I searched the house and outside but I couldn't find him. I couldn't search the way that I wanted to because my husband, who is active duty Army just deployed to Iraq on Dec 1st. I have two little girls to take care of. I put up fliers, I drove around looking for him but when I did find him, it was too late. He was laying dead on the side of a neighbors house. I don't know how he died, he didn't look injured. We took him home and buried him in the backyard. It just hurts so much. He was so sweet, so affectionate, so loving. He didn't deserve to die the way he did. I feel like I let him down when he needed me the most. I hope he is happy now, I hope he forgives me.
Goodbye sweet Oliver! RIP.
Tracy
Goodbye sweet Oliver! RIP.
Tracy