My sweet baby kitty died this morning at the vet's. Apparently he had a very rare lung disease that they couldn't have noticed before the autopsy. The vet said that he was born with it, and it is surprising that he lasted as long as he did. He was only about 5 months old. I thought he would be part of our family for many, many years. I thought we would get to take him back home today. I have been crying all morning, and I just feel broken.

MrManzana is telling me that we got him for a reason. That we made him more happy and comfortable than he would have been at the shelter. And that now that we've served our purpose in making Oscar's short life so happy, we can go save another cat and make that one happy, too. He keeps trying to remind me that there is nothing we could have done; my heart still hurts.

Update to my sick kitty post.S