I first saw Chance out near the road jumping straight up trying to catch a chipmunk. He was so beautiful and looked so out of place. He looked like he should be laying on a thick kitty bed eating from a crystal bowl! lol He was a long haired brown tabby with beautiful feet tufts and ear tufts. His tail was a plume. He had a white bib and white booties. He was as soft as silk.
I managed to get hold of him, took him to be neutered, vet checked and he lived with me for probably 10 years or more. I can't remember the exact year he joined our family.
Down through the years, kitties came and went. But Chance never had any problems with new additions. He was a very kind cat to his buds. Although he never really lost his feralness, he would let me pet him if he was laying with his friends. I would start with one, then slowly run my hand over him. He would tense up, but if I was very quiet, he would relax and enjoy being touched.
In the summer, all my cats have an attached enclosure to enjoy. Chance was usually the last one in at night. He loved to sit on the shelf out back and watch over the ravine. I can see him there now in my mind, his big green eyes wide and bright.
It was so ironic that such a beautiful kitty would develop a tumor in his jaw. He did not tolerate the vet visits well. I hated having to scruff him and take him in for exam. Broke my heart to break his trust. thankfully, we only went in once. I was not going to subject him to that. My mind was made up he would have quality over quantity of life.
I waited for a sign that he was in discomfort. He was enjoying his food and happily sleeping with his buds, especially Hister his BF. But on that morning when he shook his head as if something was bothering him, I knew the time had come.
The vet tech wrapped him in a baby quilt and injected the anesthesia into the cath. He was so peaceful. I laid my head on him and his coat became wet with my tears. I kissed him. I never had before, he wouldn't have let me.
I loved on him till he got to the Bridge.
He is buried in our kitty cemetery behind our old barn under a crooked apple tree. St. Francis watches over them.
Thank you all for your support and friendship through this. You were and are so kind and it meant so much to hear from all of you. Like Gareth says..."we break our own hearts". But in breaking our hearts, a bridge is built to wonderful memories and the hope that we will all be together again.
God Bless.
I managed to get hold of him, took him to be neutered, vet checked and he lived with me for probably 10 years or more. I can't remember the exact year he joined our family.
Down through the years, kitties came and went. But Chance never had any problems with new additions. He was a very kind cat to his buds. Although he never really lost his feralness, he would let me pet him if he was laying with his friends. I would start with one, then slowly run my hand over him. He would tense up, but if I was very quiet, he would relax and enjoy being touched.
In the summer, all my cats have an attached enclosure to enjoy. Chance was usually the last one in at night. He loved to sit on the shelf out back and watch over the ravine. I can see him there now in my mind, his big green eyes wide and bright.
It was so ironic that such a beautiful kitty would develop a tumor in his jaw. He did not tolerate the vet visits well. I hated having to scruff him and take him in for exam. Broke my heart to break his trust. thankfully, we only went in once. I was not going to subject him to that. My mind was made up he would have quality over quantity of life.
I waited for a sign that he was in discomfort. He was enjoying his food and happily sleeping with his buds, especially Hister his BF. But on that morning when he shook his head as if something was bothering him, I knew the time had come.
The vet tech wrapped him in a baby quilt and injected the anesthesia into the cath. He was so peaceful. I laid my head on him and his coat became wet with my tears. I kissed him. I never had before, he wouldn't have let me.
I loved on him till he got to the Bridge.
He is buried in our kitty cemetery behind our old barn under a crooked apple tree. St. Francis watches over them.
Thank you all for your support and friendship through this. You were and are so kind and it meant so much to hear from all of you. Like Gareth says..."we break our own hearts". But in breaking our hearts, a bridge is built to wonderful memories and the hope that we will all be together again.
God Bless.
Chance was a beautiful boy. So painstakingly difficult when we know that there is just no more that we can do and that their time has come. You couldn't have been a better momma throughout these final months with him. He will forever be with you in spirit and I pray he comes to visit you in your dreams :9: telling you how much he loves you still. :heart3: My deepest condolences to you. 
Gosh, you've really had more than you fair share of sadness of late. I'm just so so sorry. 
