Well, my awards are gone. Emmy crossed the bridge in December and Oscar crossed today.
I am pet-less 
(for the moment 
).
Oscar’s appetite had tanked in the last couple weeks. I thought it might be related to his thyroid meds…thinking it had put him into hypothyroid. Nope, T4 was fine. Next day, after he hadn’t pooped for 3 days, I was able to get him to the vet or discover his poor little belly was full of fluid. The plan was to get an ultrasound to see where it was coming from (heart vs cancer of some kind). The vet’s he saw assured me that whatever the cause, the long term outlook was very poor. Today he was absolutely miserable. Mirtazapine and Cerenia had no effect. He hadn’t eaten more than a couple tablespoons of food in 3 days. After I got up this morning, he dove under the bed and stayed there. I had to move the bed to get him out. I could not bear the thought of watching him struggle until Tuesday.
He peacefully passed this afternoon.
This is funny…the first time I put his kitty holster on 
.
. He actually got used to the kitty holster and we made many trips outside. He loved to roll around on cement. He was a haystack kitten and became an inside kitty at the tender age of 4 weeks. He will be cremated and his ashes spread in a place in the near-by mountains.
