Oliver Taco

Happy 19th birthday to the love of my life. What a joy it was to know you, love you, be loved by you and have been your student. You were my greatest teacher, my greatest love and my greatest friend and forever that title remains yours. I promise I’m going to be an old lady in a nursing home hallucinating and telling my nurses all about my pet Taco and it’ll probably be a rock or something. 😹😹😹🩷🩷🩷🌮🌮🌮

Will Charlie Burrito take home $10,000 and be featured on the cover of Modern Cat? You decide! Burrito is a giant ham. He is loving, and he is always down for a photo shoot. He enjoys outdoor adventures and car rides. He loves snacks.

🚨Here is your daily reminder to please vote for Burrito. And share with family and friends to vote too, please. 🙏🏻🌯

Will Charlie Burrito take home $10,000 and be featured on the cover of Modern Cat? You decide! Burrito is a giant ham. He is loving, and he is always down for a photo shoot. He enjoys outdoor adventures and car rides. He loves snacks.

Burrito has been entered into America’s Favorite Pet Contest. You can vote every 24 hours for free with a Facebook account. Winning this would truly be impactful for our family, as I’m sure most know how hard times are, especially being a single Mom. 🙏🏻 Please vote for our best boy and if you feel so inclined, PLEASE share with your family and friends to vote, too. 🙏🏻 Thank you for supporting us, always. 🥹

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Will Charlie Burrito take home $10,000 and be featured on the cover of Modern Cat? You decide! Burrito is a giant ham. He is loving, and he is always down for a photo shoot. He enjoys outdoor adventures and car rides. He loves snacks.

I made Burrito and Nacho a wish list for the new year.

Happy new year to all of our taco friends.

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One of our Taco Friends told me the day I euthanized Taco that Taco is never gone. How true those words have echoed into my daily life as the years have gone by since we parted ways. I wish you all could have met Taco and now meet Burrito. Their likeliness is indescribable, and Taco NEVER fails to make his presence known when I need it the most. 🥹🌮🌈 I am forever grateful for both Taco & Burrito, for knowing two loves like this has truly made my life worth living. 😭🩷 The Taco Squad

It’s been 6 years without my soulmate today, but it feels like a lifetime. Taco taught me that when you love someone, you love without conditions, you love every day, you love them with all you have, you love for every purr-fection and every flaw, and that truly loving someone sometimes means making tough choices. Because of Taco, my view on euthanizing a pet greatly changed, as well as treating an ill pet (long term). Just because you could, doesn’t mean you should. I spent two years treating Taco’s small cell Lymphoma, and 99.9% of the time he was thriving. I stopped getting his bloodwork checked in the spring of 2018 because he absolutely hated it, and keeping him happy and living his best life was more important to me than blood values. Of course he ended up dealing with mites due to the immune suppression from his meds, but he smelled like a rotten egg with PRIDE after his lime sulfur dips. When he urinated in the bed and started drinking more in August of 2018, I knew it was time to check his values and his kidney values were elevated. His appetite had declined. We tried hospitalization, but I pulled him early and then we hospitalized him again. The option of being more aggressive with treatments and placing a feeding tube WAS an option. I loved Taco with my whole heart and I still do. I will never ever love another human, animal, ANYTHING, the way I love him. I’d go all the way for him, but I didn’t do everything. Putting him under anesthesia for a procedure and taking away that dignity of getting a feeding tube was not what I wanted for him and not what he would have wanted. Maybe it would have worked and we would have had more time……I think about that often. However, maybe it would not have worked and I would have had to watch my best friend suffer and decline further before making a decision to euthanize. I would have HATED myself if that happened, as that would have not been fair to Taco. Taco was my best friend. He loved me the way I wanted to be loved and AM MISSING deeply in his absence. He was an enigma. An angel in disguise. An absolute LEGEND. For real, he was something else in a cat’s body. He deserved to leave this earth exactly as he was. I pulled him from hospitalization one last time. We spent that night with everyone who loved him. We spent our last day together going to his favorite park, for one last walk. He didn’t eat much that day but he ate one more beloved McDonalds fry for me. He had one more car ride. He had a good last day being spent how we would have any normal day. He was happy. He hated vet hospitals, but as I held him in my arms, one last time, he was purring. He knew, and he was ok. I learned that euthanasia is a gift we can bestow upon those that truly treat us better than any human could, and that if we have that power, we should honor them and allow them to leave their earth with dignity. I learned that going to the ends of the earth for your pet isn’t doing every option possible, it’s knowing your pet and knowing that making a decision to euthanize does not hurt them, and only hurts you. It’s the greatest and most selfless gift you can give back to someone who gave you their all. It’s one last beautiful moment that is filled with pain, but also peace. Oliver Taco made my world so bright. He made the Instagram world so bright. I am still friends or in contact with a lot of Taco Friends we made at the very beginning when I started his page OVER a decade ago. I experienced so many exciting and new things BECAUSE of Taco. I am exactly who I am today BECAUSE of Taco. My bar has been set for what love should be, BECAUSE of Taco. He was not just a cat, he was my other half, my soulmate, and he forever will be. 🩷🌮🌈

Today I had McDonalds fries for lunch and gave one to Burrito, and had posted to my snap story wishing Taco had possessed Burrito in time to taste his beloved fries. Five minutes ago, I noticed Burrito sitting on the floor staring at me……..and then, I saw this. 👅🌮🌈 He never fails, and always shows up when I need him the most, and today was the day. Truly the only time Burrito sticks his tongue out is either when I am already missing Taco or having a bad day….both of which are occurring today. So, it looks like Taco got his fry after all.🍟

I understand it is a human need to put positivity into every situation and to “fix” someone who is hurting, but it’s a disservice to us all to put a smile on death’s face. In 2 weeks and 6 days it will be 6 years since I last held Taco in my arms and heard him purr for the last time as he took his last breath. That’s the last time my life saw constant sunshine. All of the sayings you are told and hear; “time heals”, “it hurts less as time passes”, “you’ll be ok”….no, not at all. The crater he left grows deeper every day. I hurt MORE because I want a friend, I want that 24/7 love, I want that reassurance, that safety, that absolute joy that I never have and NEVER will get from another living being on this planet again. Like a child with their security blanket, I have wanted him every single day since he left, and that hasn’t stopped. Your stages of grieving doesn’t just stop when you move through them once…you’ll move through them thousands of times, back and forth and around and around. I feel a constant ache for him. The only positive is every day that moves forward is one more day I get to be reuniting with him. I am forever grateful that Taco sent Burrito to me and the glimpses I see of Taco in him…but it’s not the same. The kind of love, support and friendship I got from Taco, I NEED and so desperately want again. I miss him so much, every damn day.