Oscar

Oscar came into my life as a foster kitten from the Winnipeg Humane Society in August of 2015. I thought I was done with fostering, but they called and asked if I could take one more, as they were in need. I knew from the moment I met Oscar, it was going to be a foster fail. It was fate, he was meant to be mine. He was mischievous, tenacious, and just the sweetest most handsome boy. 

Oscar was my little buddy. He slept next to me on his pillow every night. Woke me up with scratchy kisses every morning. ❤️ I could hear him meowing on the other side of the door whenever I came home from anywhere. He was my little shadow, rarely far from wherever I may be. 

He didn’t love car rides, but whether we went to Grandma and Bapas, or the lake, he was a very happy boy when we got there. He would nuzzle his grandparents, and loved them very much. Bapa was the only one Oscar would regularly nap with. As it goes with most grandparents, all rules were always out the window when he was with them, and Oscar would sit on the table and enjoyed many treats of steak and chicken, whatever was for dinner that night. They cared for him many times over his years and I can’t thank them enough for loving him (almost) as much as I did. 

He loved to go outside, especially at the lake. He loved to hunt, and run around the yard or deck. If he wasn’t running around like a rascal, or meowing persistently to get let back inside, or back outside, or back inside, he was napping. Oscar loved a good nap. He was often a heaping lump of fluff, and it was hard to tell which end was which.

Oscar was so loved. He was so sweet, so fluffy, so funny, so handsome. 8 years wasn’t enough time with him, but 100 years wouldn’t be enough. I’m so thankful for the time that I had with him. He was my baby. Oscar, Scooby, Bubba, Bubbsy, Buddy, Handsome, my sweet little lovey, my little love goose. Rest peacefully sweet boy, mummy loves you.