When I went to NC for Spring Break, I met Oz and his sister Topaz. They were still kittens at the time when I fell in love with them. We took them home, and I treated them like royalty. To me, they were. But then came the day when I had to go back to FL. My mom promised me she'd hold on to them until I moved up to NC permanently. she didn't keep her promise. She gave my beloved kittens back to where we got them; to her friend's house. But this dude was a cat hoarder and the cats multiplied. My babies were meant to be inside cats, but he wouldn't listen. he let them roam wild until they grew cautious of humans. Of me. Topaz had a litter of kittens herself and Oz got pretty much every cat pregnant. Each litter had a duplicate of him. When my mom told me, I wanted her to get them fixed. i thought that one litter would make sure that they wouldn't get fat and lazy like other fixed cats.
Thats when the lady came and took them away. They took away all the kittens, but I'm hoping that they kept my Topaz and Oz. My mom told me that Topaz was probrably still there. When I asked about Oz, she hesitated.
"Oz was hit by a car,"
I promised them I'd see them again. I'm heartless. I broke a promise. I'll never see them again. Oz is dead, and so am I.
I'm still trying to get over his death. But the thought that I can't even see where he was buried kills me. The thought of him hanging on a tire is even worse.
No, I don't want you to feel sorry for me.
Oz's story must be heard to everyone.
Oz is slightly longhair, and had a beautiful black pelt and amber eyes.
His sister, Topaz;
RIP
Oz, brother to Topaz and my love.