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Chilsa

post #1 of 13
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This is mostly a copy-paste from my blog, with a few things added, because I can't go through the whole story from scratch without becoming a total sobbing mess.



Born: ?????

He was already a grown cat when I got him as a stray with no history. We couldn’t find any way to tell what age he might be, so I have no idea when he was born.

Became my kitty-buddy: Early 2006

My sister found him in the Wal-Mart parking lot, meowing pitifully. We strongly suspect he was dumped, because a few months later, he was missing for three weeks, for reasons unknown, and came home; any cat that remembered how to find his home after three weeks didn’t get hopelessly lost on his own. One theory was that his owner had died and the heirs didn’t want him, since he seemed to have been well cared for until recently–he was fixed and had what looked like old, well-healed scars from a line of stitches on his jaw. But we never figured out why anyone would not want such a sweet cat.

While he was missing for three weeks, I got Squirrel and Panther, because I thought by then (2 1/2 weeks in) that he just wasn’t coming back. As a result, Chilsa and the kittens didn’t take to each other right away, because he thought they were the intruders (he was there months before them) and they thought he was the intruder (they were there days before him). However, he immediately started standing guard in the window and yowling at other cats to stay away. He’d never done that before and I had to figure that he felt protective. A week or so later, they were playing together and he was teaching them how to be cats.

Died: March 3, 2009

I knew he was starting to be an Old Cat, because he'd been slowing down in laser pointer games. How else do you tell that a cat is getting old when you don't know his age and he's already grey anyway? But nothing seemed to be wrong with him, and he still played with the (three year old) kittens, so I thought I'd have at least a few more good healthy years with him as he slowed down and settled into being an Old Cat.

He seemed completely normal and healthy all day. Looking back, he never asked to be let out, so now I wonder if he knew something was coming and wanted to spend all day with his family, but I didn't suspect anything at the time, because it wasn't completely unusual for him to stay indoors now and then.

The night before, I'd come home late, and he was waiting out by where I park my car. He spent the night before, and the early morning, curled up by my feet. He did this most nights. If he got up in the night, he must have usually come back to the same spot.

During the day, he “helped†me with a crochet project, licked my arm, chased the kittens around, curled up on my lap…did all the normal things that were part of his kitty life. He bounced around with the kittens for most of the evening, until...

I heard a thump across the room, looked up, and saw that my big grey cat was laying down funny. The thump wasn't loud enough for it to have hurt him--this is the cat who fell off my second level loft, two apartments ago, and all he got was sticky from the pitcher he knocked over with him. Taking a tumble while walking or running wouldn't have done anything to him; it had to be that whatever was wrong had also made him fall.

I went over to see if he needed help. At first he could only move his head, then not even that. I flicked his tail, petted him, rubbed his ears, trying to get a response. I talked to him, and he tried to talk back–I heard what sounded like it almost would have been a meow but his mouth wouldn’t quite open. I think it must have been "Goodbye." One moment his eyes were looking at me; the next moment, his eyes were empty. My kitty-buddy was gone. There wouldn't even have been time to get him out to the car, let alone to a vet.

I'm sure cats go somewhere, and the Rainbow Bridge story makes as much sense as anything I've heard about how that would work. What I don't know is whether he's waiting for me, or waiting for, or even went straight to, his other special person that had him before me...because I know he must have had another special person, because how else could he have been so sociable, and how could such a sweet cat not have someone? But...I really want to see Chilsa again, so I hope he waits for me or at least visits. He was one of those cats that stand out a little more even for cat people.

Goodbye, Chilsa
post #2 of 13
What a beautiful tribute to a beautiful little soul. Chilsa will be there for you, as he is still watching over you and with you in his own kitty-angel way. He may well have another person he's with or who he's waiting for too, but love like the two of you shared isn't lost or forgotten. Maybe you and his other person will have a grand time talking about all the things Chilsa did that made you smile during his time with each of you.

I'm very sorry for your loss of such a great friend.
post #3 of 13
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Originally Posted by valanhb View Post
What a beautiful tribute to a beautiful little soul. Chilsa will be there for you, as he is still watching over you and with you in his own kitty-angel way. He may well have another person he's with or who he's waiting for too, but love like the two of you shared isn't lost or forgotten. Maybe you and his other person will have a grand time talking about all the things Chilsa did that made you smile during his time with each of you.

I'm very sorry for your loss of such a great friend.

I completely agree with Heidi.

Your Chilsa was a beautiful boy, in every way.
post #4 of 13
RIP beautiful Chilsa. I think Chilsa is watching over you, ebrillblaiddes, and will be waiting for you when it is your time. I'm sure he knows how much you love him.
post #5 of 13
What a Beautiful tribute to your Handsome Boy. Rest in Peace Chilsa.
post #6 of 13
That was such a lovely tribute to your little boy And i agree, you will see Chilsa again because you were part of his life, so he won't ever forget you

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post #7 of 13
Thread Starter 
I hope it's OK to bring this thread back up...I thought it would be better than starting a new thread.

I'm moving to a different state in two and a half weeks, and I don't think I'm ever coming back here, and it just hit me hard that I'm leaving my Chilsa behind. He used to wait for me to come home by my door, and for now he waits under the tree outside my apartment where he used to watch birds, but...soon, I'll be going on without him, and I'm having an episode of being a complete sniffling mess about leaving my kitty-buddy behind. I wish I could bring him along, but digging him back up would be gross and creepy, plus this is his home--he loved it here, he loved that he got to go outside again, he loved the Food Channel out on the lawn that one of the older ladies in the building created by scattering bird food--I know it's a good place for him to be, I just miss my cat
post #8 of 13
Moving on must be very difficult.
Remember that Chilsa's spirit will be with you wherever you are.
Chilsa
post #9 of 13
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Originally Posted by xocats View Post
Moving on must be very difficult.
Remember that Chilsa's spirit will be with you wherever you are.
Chilsa
I can't say it any better. I'm sorry for your loss Rest in peace Chilsa
post #10 of 13
Man.That gave me a lump in the old throat. I remember every pet I ever had and loved.I know how you feel and how you have to grieve and heal.Look back on those wonderful times and never forget how a mutual bond of love and joy became a force between you and Chilsa.Even though your heart is breaking remember your dear friend left knowing he was loved by a special (but hairless variety)of cat.Don`t let the sorrow linger too long,for Mr. C would not approve of seeing you in mourning.He will always be in your heart,as you will be in his.

I`m sorry for your loss.
post #11 of 13
RIP Chilsa He will always be with you!
post #12 of 13
Thread Starter 
Yeah, it's like, day to day I'm fine, it's just now and then that I get to thinking about it...I guess that's probably a stage or something.

I wish he could have hung on just a few more months though, until after we all moved together, because this is going to be the last long-range move so at least he'd be within visiting distance that way. There's just absolutely nothing else to bring me back here and I can't justify a thousand mile pilgrimage for a cat, even this cat, unless it would actually bring him back. For that I'd do it crawling in gravel.

But then, I would always want just a little longer.

I also miss that he didn't know he was fixed, so when the girl cats were in heat he could make them shut up for a while! LOL

Play on at the Bridge, my overgrown kitten.
post #13 of 13
R.I.P Chilsa
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