I was chatting to 2 friends online today and Oliver came up... I didn’t go too much into his story with them only the quick over view. I thought I would tell Oliver’s story today. So you’re in for the long haul now!
My grandma was my best friend. Hubby is now my BFF! ;~) But then she was.... And a great friend she was too. She loved to go places, anywhere! Anytime! We had loads of fun and I loved her so very much! My grandpa and I were close too, but funny enough my life with my grandparents was split into... The first half was always me and my grandpa... The second was me and gran. I consider them my parents. Sadly my grandpa developed dementia and in the later years he was not completely himself. I feel very lucky that I had the time with my grandpa when I was young!
My grandparents both died 11 weeks apart. I was devastated to put it mildly. They were my life. The house they lived in was then mine, and so were so many responsibilities I was not ready for alone...
My grandpa died first then about 3 weeks after my grandma died I found Oliver, or I guess Oliver found me!
The car park of Wal-mart very very late at night... I got out of the car and saw a 2 people walking across the lot with a tiny little kitten bouncing behind them... Kittens always make me smile, and I said to the they sure had a cute kitten... It wasn’t theirs... Into the car Oliver went, smelling truly awful but very cute and cuddly. Happy and full of personality! Purrs and loving in abundance! Home we went...
My grandma had a cat, the only cat that she ever really liked and was hers, Tiger. He was an outdoor cat, and as I had several cats indoors already, before Oliver could come in he had to be tested for all the usual things. So he had a few nights outside to wait for the pearly gates to open! (Really just a brown door!) Tiger was a perfect friend for him. Never hissed once or even looked cross at Oliver. Brilliant! He was such a small kitten.
Oliver made it into the inner sanctuary and made his pitch for top cat! He NEVER left me... if I was on the couch, he was on me.... On the computer, in my lap! He would even escort me to the bathroom! And.... in the shower! If it was a bath, well then his perch was the side, dipping his paws in the water playing with bubbles! Flicking water here and there! By the end of the bath we would both be soaked!
In April I saw this big red scary lump thing in his mouth. To the vet and a biopsy. Cancer...
Two choices, radiation or surgery. Which will work is the question? A LONG drive to an oncologist in Dallas. Oliver was the perfect gentleman. Sitting on the end of the examination table looking with me and the Dr. at the x-rays. She said he looks like he knows what’s going on. Was she ever right! He was told before we went in to put on the charm, he did!
No radiation, won’t work. Surgery is the only option. Texas A&M has only 3 cases on record so the outcome is questionable. Will it work or not? Back at the vet she wants to send him to a surgeon. She said “don’t panic when you see the place just go in and see the Dr.” I’m glad she said don’t panic even thought it didn’t work! Did I ever panic! Wow! What a place... I mean PALACE! Oliver was told to put on the fancy charm for this one. This was our only chance.
Poor little Oliver... He was so good. The Dr. said he would do the surgery and went to his computer with the price list and started taking things away... “Won’t charge you for that”... “Won’t keep him that long, wont charge for that” ... on and on. From 1400 dollars to 600. An angel! They kept him and did the surgery that day. I sold my car to pay.
When I phoned that night to check on him, it was different staff from a 24hour emergency clinic.. all I had to say is” he’s the black and white one” and they knew exactly who HE was! “The charmer!” they said and “we are fighting for who gets to hold him and pet him next” I was so happy! I had been so worried what effect having half of his lower jaw removed would do to him?! Not one thing, if any, made him even better!
Oliver never left my side when I was alone, he really was my shadow. I think, NO, I know he was my grandmother, in some way either her or sent by her to take care of me. But I really think she just stayed awhile to keep me company.
Oliver is just a cat now... I don’t mean that in a bad way, it’s really very good! You see ever since I have been with my Hubby he’s just not the same cat! He’s just a regular cat now... Feed me! Pet me! Let me sleep! Clean my litter! He could care less about me! And would NEVER want to be that close to me anymore.
When I found my new best friend and my life she knew I would be just fine!
So.... that is Oliver...
Oh by the way.... Oliver is 11 years old now and still going like a kitten! He is an amazing cat and I'm very lucky he found me!