I have unfortunate news to break...
Today, on the 4th May 2026, around 5 am Ole passed away.
This was the last picture I took of him, approximately 2 hours before his death.
We're still in shock and we already miss him. He was 19 years old. He didn't scream or scratch or anything... He just suddenly stopped breathing. I probably saw him take his last breath and movements before he went limb for good. He seemed on the road to recovery, still eating and drinking but in the end he didn't make it. We told ourselves to prepare for it at any moment yet it's still... A lot.
I still remember everything with him - His first day, how he hid under the shelf. Him constantly climbing onto the big shelf when younger. How he was always enduring the petting. I still hear his meows too. He's been with me a good majority of my life (I'm 24, soon turning 25. That's how long he's been with me).
He didn't meow the past three days, he wasn't in pain. And he wasn't in pain in the end either. It was quick, quietly... And when I got my parents he was already not moving.
I don't know what to say. I need a bit... I need to distract myself eventually but I just can't believe it. I can't stop crying. Hearing him no longer run around will take a while to get used to. Not seeing him sleep in the bedroom or eat his meals... I honestly don't want to get used to it, but I have to.
I hope that he's getting lots of food and sleep, wherever he is now. May he be forever happy now.
I will never forget him and want to make sure that he will never be forgotten in any way. He was an incredible cat and will always remain the cat I have ever known. He was a fighter until the very end.
Rest in peace Ole and thank you for everything...
















