Oset was found as a tiny kitten, a light pale, golden little guy with beautiful, luminous, wise eyes and a slightly sad and serene gaze. He had always looked a bit different, somehow older and more sagacious than the
He appeared out of nowhere, skinny and very hungry, in the middle of summer. I guess some children from my neighborhood had found him and carried him around until
A couple of months later, Oset disappeared and was nowhere to be found.
When we moved to the shelter, many kitties estranged from each other but not Oset and Augusta. Their love was
Fate struck right out of the blue. On a lazy summer day, when all of the kitties were just resting and enjoying the sun and the warm air seemed to shimmer, I suddenly heard a cat crying in the yard. I rushed out
Time is passing rapidly by, weeks turn into months and months into years but my memory of Oset is
You will always be missed, my beautiful golden boy. The kitties will never forget you, Augusta will never forget you, and neither will I.
“When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure”.