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This is my cat, Opec. Or rather, was my cat. My family found him in a neighbor’s yard earlier this week most likely killed by someone. We are all devastated; my mom picked him out from a shelter 6 years ago and spent every day since with him by her side while I was away in college. He was full of so much character and love, and always knew what to do to get us to spoil him. He even made friends with several of our neighbors as he went off on adventures throughout the neighborhood. He truly brought joy and happiness to a lot of lives. The circumstances surrounding his death makes us all sick to our stomachs; the idea that someone could bear any maliciousness towards this sweet little boy is dumbfounding. While we are grieving and miss him terribly, we also have so many questions about who killed him, why, and how. Animal control confirmed coyote attack, but there are just so many things that don’t line up to suggest a wild animal got a hold of him. And everyone, including forensic experts who have expressed deep sympathy and honor at the opportunity to examine him, agrees that something isn’t right. We will find out who killed him, and we will bring them to justice. Instead of dying alone in the dark not even fifty feet from our home at the hands of some monster, Opec should have died at an old age 10 years from now surrounded by loved ones and his brother. But someone stole that from him and from us. Until we can find the answers, we can only wait.

In the meantime, I can do one thing: my mother’s birthday is coming up in less than 2 weeks, and Opec’s death has broken her. I am in the process of putting together a memorial scrapbook of all of Opec’s pictures and memories for her; I will also be including any stories from neighbors who saw him and got to know him. I want to also extend the invitation to anyone who wants to write a note about their little ones for the book: any story or memory you feel is worth sharing that brings happiness to you as well as anything that helped you to heal in your time of mourning. Any reblogs with comments or private messages between now and 9/27 will be added to the book; any little bit helps.

Rest in peace, baby boy. You were desperately loved, and the hole you left behind will never be filled. You were an amazing companion and friend, cuddler and playmate, and I hope you go on many more adventures where ever you are. Be sure to be ready when it’s Dipstick’s time; he misses you so much and I bet can’t wait to give you head kisses again.