Chandler was born in the spring of 1999. He was given to me as a 16th birthday present. He was a jerk from the start. Peeing on my bed while I slept. Crabby and temperamental. Never allowed me to touch his paws or tummy. Oh no. He showed his love in different ways. He loved to be held and hugged me. Like a little koala. |
Always sleeping in your little cubby, my boy. Your last few weeks, let's try not to think about them. You loved sitting and scratching one specific chair. Hearing you do that brought me comfort. I don't know why. How you would sit for hours rubbing your face on plastic crinkly bags. That noise I miss. How you always found a way to sit at my vanity mirror and scratch it like your life depended on it. I miss that.
Your meows when I got home or when I walked up to you.
Your elevator butt.
You always trying to lure someone into a false sense of security and then giving them a bite.
The dogs will miss you. I know you hated them so but they loved you.
I miss you more than words can say. I hope you can forgive me for making the decision to put you to sleep. You had stopped being yourself for quite some time, my baby boy. There was never going to be a right time. I wish I knew what was causing the fluid to build up in your body (tumor or heart failure). It doesn't matter in the end. We couldn't have saved you.
I loved kissing your paws as I said goodbye. Holding you as you went. Meant so much to me. You will always be in my heart. I never want you to leave. Please come haunt me.