Rat Osborne
(2005 - 2008)

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General Details

Name:	Rat Osborne
Nick Name:	ratty
Gender:	Male
Type of Pet:	Cat
Age:	3 years old
Lived:	Sunday, 10 July 2005 - Thursday, 14 August 2008

My Story

When going to my friend’s farm I knew she had kittens and cats. When going to visit I noticed a small grey kitten, he was a bit timid but he had the greenest eyes and cutest face. I picked him up which he did not like one bit and that’s where my love started for my cat Rat. The name may sound weird but it was something my friends and I used as a pet name for each other, strange but familiar I started to call him this. It stuck and he would not listen to any other name soon after. Since he was from a farm he had a few health problems where he would sneeze or be sick and also couldn’t meow. After 3 months he was quite perky he had the loudest meow I have ever heard and he was the most social and affectionate but still did not like to be picked up not that it mattered at all. He was either found lying on the couch sprawled in the most comfortable positions or outside terrorizing anything he could find including our other cats that soon made friends with him. He was loved by everyone especially by my mom, me and my close friend Megan. Being on a dairy farm for some of his life he was naturally drawn to anything creamy such as ice cream tea or cereal so my mom would always give him the last bite of whatever it was he was meowing for. My friend Megan always would look for him when she came over and she always had to say hello to him and naturally he did the same with his perky personality and loving character. When coming home one night my mom said she had not seen him yet that day it made me a bit scared so Megan and I went to check around the house we found nothing. The whole night I kept coming upstairs to check out the deck door in hopes to see him sitting waiting to be let in. The morning came and at 8 am I ran to the phone to call and ask if my mom had seen him, she said no. I called our local vet and asked them to keep an eye out I also put a lost report in with our local humane society, about half an hour later they called. They said they had found a cat matching our description and we should come to see if it was him. I asked her the markings such as where his back white socks longer then the front, did he have a white chin etc… In asking this she stopped me and said that the cat they had found was no longer with us he had been hit by a car. I broke down hoping the whole way there it was not going to be him. When we walked through the doors we went to the front and told the lady why we where there, she left then soon returned with another lady who asked if we would rather see pictures first or the cat. Thinking it may not even be him we said pictures. The first picture I felt my friend grab my arm and say it’s him. I knew even before she did this it was my boy. We took him home, crying the whole way wondering why this could happen to him it seemed like he could never leave us he was our rat, our baby boy. We buried him under some trees near where only a year ago we buried our dog Abby. He loved this spot it was somewhere I would always find him on the bright sunny days relaxing in the shade. We made him a lovely grave and got flowers, and pine cones to put in the shape of a heart around it. This only happened recently so I still have not gotten over the grief of my lost best friend. I feel he is still here with me and I can walk upstairs and see him lying on his chair, unfortunately I have to remind myself constantly that won’t be happening. I find his death unfair but also I feel happy to know where he is if we had not contacted the humane society we might never have gotten him home where he belongs, and still we would be searching for him. I only hope he did not suffer and that I will one day see him when it is my turn to leave.