I was going to post this yesterday, but I didn’t for various reasons.
A year ago on Feb 28th, it was time for my little Pewter Persian, Chico, to move on to her next life, she’d been ill for a few months, and despite all her fighting, it just got too much. You wouldn’t have known how ill she was if you’d met her, even in her final week, I’ve never had a cat like her. She was nearly 17 years old, and had been with me just over ten years, a larger than life character that had survived a bleed on the brain over two and a half years previously, and had been on blood pressure medication since that time. I took her in with several others as part of a rescue and she settled in straight away. She always wanted to be with you, and lust loved to be stroked, groomed, or just carried around. She was only a small cat and it was possible to carry her in your arms for over an hour.Chico’s passing brought to a close the chapter in my life that saw me with fifteen cats in the house. Chico had been a surrogate mother to Lone Ranger, he had died suddenly three months before of liver failure, and Chico seemed to go downhill after then. I now only have Misty in the house, I still find myself looking for the others.
I’m active in the world of model railways and Chico used to sit and watch the trains run if I set some out in the garden on a summer evening.
I was going to post this yesterday, but I didn’t for various reasons.
A year ago on Feb 28th, it was time for my little Pewter Persian, Chico, to move on to her next life, she’d been ill for a few months, and despite all her fighting, it just got too much. You wouldn’t have known how ill she was if you’d met her, even in her final week, I’ve never had a cat like her. She was nearly 17 years old, and had been with me just over ten years, a larger than life character that had survived a bleed on the brain over two and a half years previously, and had been on blood pressure medication since that time. I took her in with several others as part of a rescue and she settled in straight away. She always wanted to be with you, and lust loved to be stroked, groomed, or just carried around. She was only a small cat and it was possible to carry her in your arms for over an hour.Chico’s passing brought to a close the chapter in my life that saw me with fifteen cats in the house. Chico had been a surrogate mother to Lone Ranger, he had died suddenly three months before of liver failure, and Chico seemed to go downhill after then. I now only have Misty in the house, I still find myself looking for the others.
I’m active in the world of model railways and Chico used to sit and watch the trains run if I set some out in the garden on a summer evening.
I miss her,