Ozzy the cat

About 7 1/2 years ago, I was living in Chicago and working in a photo studio as an assistant - just beginning my career as a photographer. One day, we got a call from a client asking if any of us wanted to adopt a cat. I'd been thinking about it and told her I might be interested. She asked, "well, what about 2 cats?!" I didn't really want to become a cat-lady ;), but she told me about what beautiful pure-bred bengals they were, told me how her Mom was sick and couldn't care for them anymore, and she convinced me that I would love them :) Ozzy & Harriett have been my roommates, best buddies, and a big part of my life ever since.








Late last year, Ozzy got sick. He got down to 5.5 lbs, started losing his vision, and just didn't seem right. Over the last few months, the vet has run all sorts of tests, and finally diagnosed him with FIP in January. FIP is a viral infection he's probably had since birth, but only now has come out. It's terminal and there's really nothing that can be done except keep the cat as comfortable as possible. It's been rather horrible watching him get sicker and sicker, and always wondering what would happen next and when he might die. And trying to feed him has been incredibly stressful because he neurologically just couldn't seem to make his mouth work right half the time. It's really been a difficult time for both of us.











So, after a few months of fighting it off, the disease seemed to catch up with him this week. His eye sight got significantly worse, his legs didn't seem to be working right, and he just seemed sad. Every once in a while, he'd just look up at me and cry :( I was praying and praying that God would just take him and that I wouldn't have to put him to sleep - but in the end, Ozzy needed me to do what was best for him. So, yesterday I took him to the vet, and we put him down :'( It was incredibly sad, but also a bit of a relief. I'm glad he's not suffering anymore, and I'm glad I got to say goodbye and spend some time with him before he died, I'm glad he knew he was loved. But, I am really going to miss having him around. Ever since I started working from home full-time, Ozzy has been by my side every moment I've been home - which is a lot. I realized today that I've spent more time with him over the last few years than any other person. And now, he's just not over on the other side of the room sleeping while I work. He's gone. And for such a little guy, he's left quite a vacuum...






previous 2 photos were taken by my friend Cynthia a couple weeks ago


I'm not the only one who's going to miss Ozzy. Poor little Harriett has spent her whole life with him. She's become more detached in the last few months as he got sick and a little grumpy, but they were still close. I tried to get her to say goodbye, but she didn't really get what was going on. She seems to know something is wrong, but I don't know if she realizes Ozzy is gone.




These were taken yesterday before our appointment.




and this is the last photo I'll ever take of Ozzy. He slept under that blanket all day, and I just laid there and petted him. Poor little guy...



Ozzy, I love you buddy! I'll miss you so so much! xoxo