Ozzie

My cat, Ozzie, passed away a year ago today. He was diagnosed with FeLV the day before, and on April 1st he was barely able to breathe, much less move. It was hard, because it was April Fools day so I felt like I couldn’t tell anybody about it – they would assume I was joking. Amber and I occasionally still look through all our pictures of him, and its always fond memories.

“He was such a good buddy,” I always say. And it’s true. He was my first pet that I called my own, and I miss him.