It was to soon for him to go, but he had a good life. I got Oscar from the humane society. He had 3 failed adoptions and was said to be a biter. He was purring in my arms the second I met him. He made it very clear he was going home with me. He was naughty ... always getting into everything and rambunctious. I started leash training him to give him outdoor stimulation. He loved it and was soon hiking and camping with me. He became a therapy cat to people with disabilities. He was meant to be with me. He brought me out of a serious depression and gave me joy again. He was only 7. RIP Oscar I'm sorry you're gone.