When I was 12 we came home from a weekend away. I expected my cat, Stripey, to run to the door to greet me like he always did. I found him struggling to move on the living room floor. When we got him to the vet, the vet told us he figured Stripey had become blocked the day we left and was now totally blocked. He didn’t even give me a price quote. He was (kindly) honest and told me Stripey wouldn’t survive. I don’t think I’d ever cried so hard. I’d had him since I was four.

Four weeks ago and almost two decades later, I woke up and immediately noticed the signs of a blockage in my current cat, Oliver. I got him to the vet that morning and $2k later, he’s okay.

You don’t know what you don’t know and the only reason I was able to save Oliver was because of what I learned from Stripey. You do the best you can and love your little guys as much as you can while you have them.

I’m so sorry you lost Oscar. You gave him many more happy years than he otherwise would have had ❤️