by Bill C
My male Siamese Ozzy was taken in by my mom when he was 6 months old. He was a stray beaten by kids in the area. I met him and was loved by him ever since. In 2003, October 8th, I found out he was terminal. He died 48 days later... My life has not been the same and I still think about killing myself cause it hurts soooo bad still. I have his ashes. My mom cries all the time still too.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU WITH ALL EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING OZZY.
I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, MY LITTLE BOY...
I'd give my own life right now to bring him back. He was shorted out of his. Me, I am 40 and now I don't have anything to live for...