Oreo only liked profile shots. Every time I'd try to take a pix of him straight on, he'd turn to the side. Okay, fine, we'll only do profile shots. This, obviously, was taken at a previous vet visit. He was diagnosed with kidney failure 3 weeks ago and was doing good until the past couple days and then today just, well, he just deteriorated quickly. So he's with his brothers and half-sister who previously passed, Minnow, Chocolate, and Mabuse, and his other kitty friends.
I got Oreo when Tammy and family moved to California, in 2008 I believe.
Oreo had the most beautiful eyes and was extremely mellow. I don't ever recall him getting in a tiff with the other cats about anything. He just inhibited his own little world and got along with everyone, cats and dogs.
I'm usually pretty composed when these 'not going to end well' vet visits occur, but when the tech walked out to the car with me as they were carrying the carrier and I was carrying Oreo (is there anything worse than leaving the vet with an empty carrier?) and I put him in the passenger seat (they have appropriate at home burial I can't recall what they're called biodegradable containers), and yeah, I had to sit in the car in the parking lot for a bit til I stopped crying enough to drive home.
Oreo was 14 and he seemed content with his life until recently. He left painlessly and with love. All things must pass.