Oliver was a big black cat, born on 1999/07/27. After spending time with a couple families, and being returned to the Humane Society with the usual excuse "he just didn't work out," he came to the Sawmill House on 2005/10/15. He was a good cat, enjoyed being outdoors, catching chipmunks and leaving their tails on the garage stairway into the house to make sure everybody knew he was doing his duty policing the property.
He was diagnosed with spleen cancer on 2016/08/16. The veterinarian expected he would last no more than a couple months.
Creatine and pyrroloquinoline quinone (PQQ) were immediately added to his diet. Oliver picked right up, began eating well, and he was a lively normal cat. But previously he was a quiet cat; seldom having anything to say. After the supplements, he developed much more of a voice, commenting on a lot of things.
That went on for about six or seven months where he was effectively a normal, if vocal, housecat.
Then after about seven months, he began running down again, drinking and eating a bit less every day and not as active. From there on, he slowly faded. But even on his last days, he was still active, enjoying sitting on window sills and watching the birds outside.
He usually jumped up about two and a half feet to sit on the living room west window sill. When he could not jump that high, a stairway of cushions up to the sill was built and he still enjoyed the window sill. One day, he could not climb the cushions, so he gave up on that window sill; but never said anything about it.
The computer in the den uses a dot-matrix printer that makes a lot of racket whenever the computer is turned on. And Oliver would came running for lap time. But as he slowly ran down, he could not jump up for lap time. And I lifted him up to my lap so he could watch the screen. He was unusually intent on watching the computer cursor.
Another window sill he enjoyed was the east bedroom window where he could watch a bird feeder and suet feeders. Gradually, he slowed down so he could not jump up there. Again, a cushion stairway solved the problem for awhile. One night, there was a loud scratching on the wall and he had failed to make it up to the cushions. So much for that window.
The next morning, he was very insistent that he wanted to go out into the garage, and then he wanted the garage door opened so he could go outside. He sat in the open garage doorway for several hours, carefully studying the woods around the house. He acted as though "I realize I've not much time left, so I want to review all the good memories." He was checked on him every so often out of concern about wild animals, such as foxes or coyotes. After several hours, he came inside when called.
He usually slept on the bed at night. That night, after he was put on the bed, he made a big point that he wanted to sleep on the floor next to the bed. The next morning, he had passed away, active to the last day.
Oliver died peacefully on 2017/04/09 at an age of some 17.7 years. He is buried northwest of the house in a spot with a good view of Long's Peak, some 15 miles away.
He was given a good extended life by some seven or eight months with the help of creatine and PQQ supplements.