I've discovered writing this blog about Oscar is hard for me. I've had lots of pets I loved and was attached to, but the relationship between Oscar and I was not on the same level as the others. There's no way to even describe how much I loved him and that love was returned.
At one point we had a house fire. I made it out fine and didn't worry about Oscar because he was out roaming.Sitting in my car with paramedics checking me, I was just fine. All of a sudden there HE was! He ran through the fire trucks, hoses and firemen and ran straight into the house through the smoke. Oh dear God, NO!
I kept telling people Oscar had run into the house looking for me and nobody would believe me. As soon as everyone had left, and knowing he had run into the house, I began to get a little hysterical. Finally one of my daughters condescended to go through the house just to prove to me Oscar was not there. "MOM, No cat would run INTO a fire."
A couple of minutes she was back holding Oscar who had made it into my bedroom apparently trying to find me. He was as glad to see me as I was to see him. He had a couple of burns on his little tummy but he was fine. At that point I ended up at the hospital with a stress heart attack, but was fine the next day and the doctor could find no sign of damage.
We had bad smoke damage and had to stay in a motel for about a month while friends renovated our house. Oscar stayed at the house and guarded it for us. The house couldn't be closed up at that point but he stayed right there until I got there early every morning and would greet me.
The first night we were actually able to stay back in the house, he was one really happy little boy. He stretched out on his back in "his" place between Alan and I and just purred like crazy. I think I was purring louder than he was.
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