Mithmeoi

Oliver

Now you’re probably thinking, why on earth did I dedicated a page solely to one cat? It probably seems pretty silly to some, that a cat would hold such a high place in my life, but…for me he was more than just a cat. He was my best friend, my companion, and a huge part of my life. He was my inspiration for Greykitty, for this site, and so much of my drawing. He was one of the sweetest, loving, loyal and comforting cats I’ve ever met.

I was blessed to have him sixteen years. I got him when I was seven years old from a rescue agency, back in 1994, he was just a baby. He was a Russian Blue mix, with brilliant green eyes and soft silky grey fur. We grew up together, he was my playmate since I’m an only child. He was always there when I didn’t have anyone to hang out with. Was always there when I was sad or sick, would sit by my side and make sure I was ok.

He went everywhere with me, he traveled in the car, would go out on a harness and moved around with me to many places. He never complained, would just calmly sit if he was in a strange place and accept his lot in life. He was very unique compared to any cat I know of, since most would freak out and panic.  He loved to go out and lay in the grass with me.  If I left the house he’d be hanging around the door ten minutes before I got back in the house so he could greet me.  My grandmother used to tell me how much that amused her.

In 2007 his health began to decline, he couldn’t hold his food down so well and he lost a lot of weight. But he hung in there and was still very active, happy and (aside from the weight loss) healthy.   All that was on his mind was food 24/7 it seemed.  It made me a little sad to see him slowly declining like that and seeing his personality changing.  He finally lost his battle in February of 2010 and he was put to rest.

I will miss him a lot, my little buggaboo.  There’s so much more I could say about him, and type up all the interesting stories I have about him, but I think it’d turn into a book.  So for now,  just small blip about him.  I already wish I could see those big green eyes looking up at me again and hear that dainty meow, such a small sound from a big cat. I wish I could see him come trotting up to me when I walk in the door, coming home and having him greet me was one of the best things. There’ll never be another cat like him, and I’ll never forget him.  He lives on in my heart.

Rest in Peace my Oliver. I hope and pray I will see you again. <3