From the start O.Zee was a unique boy. Born as a polydactyl he had 9 toes on one front paw and 10 on the other. He was a very big boy hit 18lbs at 8 months eventually topping out at 25lbs. He dwarfed his sister at 7lbs. Just a big boy with a huge heart. He loved to go places and see people and served as my therapy pet for ptsd. Not many cats can do that but O.Zee was a pro. For 13 years he went everywhere with me and was loved by many. One of his favorite spots was his vets office. He loved everybody there and loved to talk to them, lick their face, and get lots of attention. He first amazed everyone with his size and won them over with how loving and laid back he was. He made some people that hated cats love him after just a few min. He was my world. He greeted and played with every foster cat or kitten, that came through my home over the years. He was so tolerant of everything and enjoyed kids even when he was being dressed up. Last year when he had swelling in his face, I thought get him some antibiotics rushed him to the vet. I left with my heart broke. He had cancer. The vet did a biopsy on his tumor and it came back as nasal lymphoblastic lymphoma. There was no cure, no surgery to make it better. I live on disability and was faced with losing him within weeks as the only treatments they could offer I could not afford. Chemo was going to be 100 a month or a trip up to wsu for radiation cost of around two thousand dollars. My vet put him on steroids and antibiotics to buy him as much time as possible. I could not except him leaving me, so I set up a gofundme page but only got a few dollars. I researched and read everything I could find. I finally found a drug called Lomustine. My vet informed me that it was chemo but it was not used for lymphoma. But they let me try it. I couldn’t just except it, I had to try something, anything. Lomustine was cheaper and had less side effects than normal chemo for lymphoma, so that was a plus. With blood tests with and after every pill and his steroids, it was a hail mary. One week after receiving his first treatment all the swelling in his face was gone. A medication I was told would never work, worked. He went into full remission for 7 months. He declined and passed away 11 months after diagnosis. The fact that it worked gave the vets office another option for patients with lymphoma, and those in my financial situation another option. He was buying time for others. He didn’t die in vain. I know how crushing it is to face cancer and I thank god that he was able to help others. He took his meds like a champ and his temperament never changed. Even when I was in the hospital, he let my mom give him his shots and his pills. I am so very proud of him and how he stayed himself, fought hard, and gave more than anyone could ever give. Its taken me a couple months to write this as losing him has destroyed me. He was my baby, my rock, my smile, my unconditional love. I miss his wrapping his extra toes around my finger like a baby, holding my hand. I miss his sweet face and all the licks he loved to give. I miss his huge heart and body. Carrying him was like carrying a toddler around. Its empty without him. I get comfort in the fact that he gave others another option, thought the vets something and made enough of an impact on them that they donated in his name. All helping others. I miss my big beautiful boy, but I am so very proud of him. I love you O.Zee <3

Nicole and Karen M.