Fourteen years ago, Oberon was a stray, eating out of garbage cans. My then-boyfriend husband and I took a carrier to catch him. Oberon struggled - he was a strong cat - but never once did he bite or scratch. We couldn't get him into the carrier because he'd splay his all his legs out to make himself too big to fit into the opening.
Finally, after a 15-20 minute struggle, I was about to try again to push him into the carrier, and he let out a big sigh and let me put him in. He didn't know it at the time, but he had just won the lottery.
He and my husband adored each other and Oberon was always very animated when my husband was around.
Two weeks after my husband adopted him, Oberon came down with a wicked urinary tract blockage. Of course it was when my husband was out of town, so I took care of him. Oberon would have died alone and homeless, but instead lived on for 14 more happy years.
We buried Oberon in the yard Tuesday night, and our daughter picked some flowers for her daddy to put on the grave. My husband said a few words, "Oberon was a great cat. He was my companion and he was my friend."
At dinner we toasted Oberon's life, "To Oberon, who had a long life, well-lived!"
Oberon died quietly at home on Tuesday, January 15, at 3:15 p.m. He was at least 17 years old.
Thank you so much, my TCS friends. Your kindness is deeply felt.