A tribute to Oster. Oster was a saint at heart. He was always a playful bun, excited for everything, he spent his last couple of months in an amazing household, in the old house, Oster wasn't as recognized, as he was in a cage on the 2nd floor, we changed that when we moved into this house, we placed him in the living room, and gave him a big play area, we gave him many toys and we made sure to feed him and give him water every morning. Today was horrible. I heard my mother yelling Liam at the top of her lungs. This had only happened once, when Oster hurt his foot. I went up from the basement, and heard them saying "shh it's ok baby" this happens when something happens to Oster or they want to calm Oster down. I asked what was happening, and my mother gave me a concerned face and said: "I think Oster is dying." I just stood there for a second, I couldn't believe it. After that I was wandering around the house, wondering if this is a dream, I heard them saying "I don't think we can save them". I started to cry. Keep in mind, I hardly ever cry, as my emotions just get stuck in my mind. I went upstairs, worried. After a few minutes, I went downstairs, and saw Mother holding Oster, while watching Liam pet him. I went over, and Liam went upstairs, I knew he wanted to cry, but he couldn't. Mother let me sit down and stroke Oster's head. I sobbed, she starts telling me she had a good life and we did a good job. Me, Liam, and my Mother were the main caretakers of Oster, it hurt us the most. Thank you for listening. Fly high Oster.
