So I've been off Facebook for a decent part of the day. And I log in to see an update from Aspen's mom, about "I will Miss 2 ton (Oasis)"... Now, Oasis is the name of one of Aspen's cats. And so I click over to Aspen's page.
"Oasis passed in his sleep last night. He was 11 years old. He was buried this morning."- Aspen.
I remember when Aspen and I went to pick up the kittens, Oasis and Taz. I was going to take Taz and he was going to take Oasis.. and well, they loved each other so much we couldn't seperate them. So they stayed with him, and I was going to help out and.. eventually Aspen took them both. Which was probably for the best.
11 years... I can't believe it. That means it was 11 years ago I was living in that dinky apartment in Rye. So many memories of sleeping on Aspen's couch with the cats curled on me. (Because that dinky apartment didn't allow me to have cats, and I needed to get my kitty fix somewhere and going to my folks at 10pm wasn't an option).
I will miss Oasis. I might not have seen him in a while, but I have memories of him and he was a sweet cat.
As close as he and his brother were, I hope Taz does okay.
And I hope Aspen is okay. I know he loves his kitties.
I think I have some pictures of Oasis somewhere. I will have to look them up and see.
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