Well folks of the feline type, I'm one of the feral kids raised with a dog and cat as sole companions while humans were off busy doing their thing. I had 2 mama cats in my lifetime. One Marshmallow - who disappeared one day right in the middle of some traumatic memory now erased and now my big mama Chi - who has been with me non-stop, every blessed day for 17 years and counting. Soul-mates.
I was never loved before the way she loved me. She just took right over and honed in to the empty spaces, hugging and holding on, always patient and always loving. Never a non-loving moment. It's as if the heavens above just opened up that day before Christmas 1999. I'd been searching for her for a while and knew I'd know her and she me the moment we'd meet. And sure enough - it was that way. A rescue place in Saugerties NY, she just sat down right next to me on that couch and demanded quietly *can we please go now?*. So feisty, such a flare of a blaze of energy, what else could I name her but Chi Chi- double the chi and double the fun was what I'd always say. She took one look at my two males Jesse and Jordan and set the tone of who was ruler of this kingdom from then on end. And so it was.
We'd walk in the woods, all of us - the pack of 4 - one human and 3 cats all lined up enjoying the beauty of the Catskills through all seasons. My males, Jordan the alpha and Jesse the sweet hippy cat - were all intent on showing me their tree climbing skills, while the 2 females ChiChi and I would hang back watching them with my clapping for their acheivements and Chi would give a *cool* and we'd continue. She was always like that - cool, calm and grounded. She took no backtalk from anyone and let you know exactly how things were to be. With humans she was aloof but friendly, she was really a one-woman cat.
I couldn't stand to be away from her - even a few hours and I would be longing to get home, to her - she was home for me. And we moved. Boy did we move - 11 times and then some. Across cities, oceans and plains. Always my sweet companions holding down my emotional fort, comforting and loving. And it was recriprocated 10 fold. Always and all ways.
Then she started having tremors, then bowel issues. Then my 2 males died, Jesse at 11 and Jordan at 12 years. We were blasted with Round Up on a farm we'd been renting. Seems the council decided to eradicate their weeds by bombing the area with the herbicde from the air and the ground. One day we wok up and the whole are was a dying orange. I buried my males consecutively - both died of organ failure.
Then it was myself ChiChi and Mati who we adopted when she was just a newborn. A stayer-oner. Not planned, but very much welcomed. She is now 11. But that's another story. What I really wanted to say is that my mama cat ChiChi is not doing very well. And I am beside myself with untold grief. I don't know how to get through this at all. We've left no stone unturned in healing her. Lord knows this is true. My heart is now officially broken into a thousand shards of sorrow. We're hanging on. Just barely. It's a moment to moment thing right now.
If anyone would like to pray for us, we would be very grateful indeed.
Blessings - Joy
I was never loved before the way she loved me. She just took right over and honed in to the empty spaces, hugging and holding on, always patient and always loving. Never a non-loving moment. It's as if the heavens above just opened up that day before Christmas 1999. I'd been searching for her for a while and knew I'd know her and she me the moment we'd meet. And sure enough - it was that way. A rescue place in Saugerties NY, she just sat down right next to me on that couch and demanded quietly *can we please go now?*. So feisty, such a flare of a blaze of energy, what else could I name her but Chi Chi- double the chi and double the fun was what I'd always say. She took one look at my two males Jesse and Jordan and set the tone of who was ruler of this kingdom from then on end. And so it was.
We'd walk in the woods, all of us - the pack of 4 - one human and 3 cats all lined up enjoying the beauty of the Catskills through all seasons. My males, Jordan the alpha and Jesse the sweet hippy cat - were all intent on showing me their tree climbing skills, while the 2 females ChiChi and I would hang back watching them with my clapping for their acheivements and Chi would give a *cool* and we'd continue. She was always like that - cool, calm and grounded. She took no backtalk from anyone and let you know exactly how things were to be. With humans she was aloof but friendly, she was really a one-woman cat.
I couldn't stand to be away from her - even a few hours and I would be longing to get home, to her - she was home for me. And we moved. Boy did we move - 11 times and then some. Across cities, oceans and plains. Always my sweet companions holding down my emotional fort, comforting and loving. And it was recriprocated 10 fold. Always and all ways.
Then she started having tremors, then bowel issues. Then my 2 males died, Jesse at 11 and Jordan at 12 years. We were blasted with Round Up on a farm we'd been renting. Seems the council decided to eradicate their weeds by bombing the area with the herbicde from the air and the ground. One day we wok up and the whole are was a dying orange. I buried my males consecutively - both died of organ failure.
Then it was myself ChiChi and Mati who we adopted when she was just a newborn. A stayer-oner. Not planned, but very much welcomed. She is now 11. But that's another story. What I really wanted to say is that my mama cat ChiChi is not doing very well. And I am beside myself with untold grief. I don't know how to get through this at all. We've left no stone unturned in healing her. Lord knows this is true. My heart is now officially broken into a thousand shards of sorrow. We're hanging on. Just barely. It's a moment to moment thing right now.
If anyone would like to pray for us, we would be very grateful indeed.
Blessings - Joy
