I read once about a little 5 year old girl who was dying of cancer. When she was a few months away from dying, a stray cat showed up. It went right for the little girl—cuddling up next to her, keeping her company. The little girl fell in love with the cat. Often, the cat helped her bear the pain when the drugs weren’t enough.
It wouldn’t have anything to do with any other members of the family.
When the little girl passed, the cat was at her side. Afterwards, the cat wanted to be let out and was never seen again.
When I first read about Oscar, I did not think of him as a little “grim reaper.” He’s there to help ease people’s passing.
The morning before my mother died, (lived in my house and dying of cancer)I went out on the front porch to get the mail and there was a large pure white cat sleeping on one of the porch chairs. Stayed there all day...Mom died that evening, the cat disappeared and was never seen in the neighborhood again..