Be at peace my Little Oscar

Sometimes life isn't fair when it deals you a bad set of cards. We got through your medical illnesses together but could never get you past your mental illness. Your moments of pure innocent joy, even if those only lasted for 5 minutes a week, kept me working with you all these years. In spite of the medications, the disease you had turned violent on me yesterday, and I could no longer watch you suffer.

It took me a very long time to wrap my head around the fact that your quality of life was suffering due to mental illness (most likely physically based). You finally told me that you had enough of your life.

You were the sweetest cat when you were lucid. You loved me to the point of adoration during those times. But your poor brain wouldn't allow them anymore.

You are at peace now. Nothing will ever scare you again.

No one could have loved Oscar as deeply as you did. He used those lucid moments you spoke of to express his love for you. You loved him enough to help him finally be free. Our love isn't always strong enough to heal them. He is free of fear and pain in a beautiful place now and loves you even more (if possible) for letting him get there

That is very sad to hear....but you certainly went above and beyond to help Oscar.

His torment is over and he knows peace and happiness.

God bless you for being there for him. Many hugs to you...you deserve them.

Oh hun, how heartbreaking. I am so very sorry... You did the right thing, you did all that you could. Rest in peace precious Oscar.

I am so sorry

RIP sweet boy The ghosties won't ever bother you again.

Many to Mom.

I'm so sorry, Amy. Oscar is now at peace.

Amy, I know how hard this has been for you. I'm so sorry.

Play happily over the bridge, Oscar, free from all your handicaps now.

Amy -

I'm so sorry Amy

Rest in peace, sweet boy

Sending you mega prayers and vibes Oscar is free of his torment now, playing happily over RB!! You showed an incredible degree of love and he loved you too. It took strength, faith, and courage to love him, and your heart met the challenge - and Heaven knows it Play happily over RB, Oscar

Amy, I am so sorry- but he is whole again in body and mind and he has such wonderful company to keep him together until you meet up again.

Amy, I'm so, so sorry to hear that an end had to be put to Oscar's torment, but it was the last gift you could give him. RIP, Oscar, and play happily over the Bridge with your Bob Marley, who was surely waiting.

Amy i'm so sorry

Your little boy is safe and well again over the bridge waiting for you

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