I found Chi Chi three years ago when she came into the shelter I had been volunteering at since 2004. She became very depressed. At 7 years old, no one wanted her and passed by her time and again in search of kittens. Feeling terrible about her deepening depression, I volunteered to foster her. To make a long story short, I kept her. I admit I did bring her back, but when she crawled into her cage and settled right back into her melancholy, it broke my heart. My 3 girl cats welcomed her back into the fold, after being "missing" for a week. (She'd been at the vet's getting checked out.) It's been a love affair ever since.|
Even tho' I have three other girl cats that had been with me longer, Chi Chi made herself stand out. She came running to me when those times came when I was sick, recovering from surgery twice, or just plain aching. She'd bash her head into me as if to say, 'It's alright Mommy, I'm here now.' She was so empathetic.
On July 25, I rushed her to the vet because she was drooling like a bulldog, and just wasn't acting right. An equipment problem had me picking her up and driving her to a second vet office, nearly 30 miles away. Sedation and an exam the next day found a growth in her mouth, specifically her tongue. It was biopsied and it was cancer...how I hate this word!
Chi Chi declined and struggled until I finally decided neither she nor I could face another day and I made the heart-wrenching decision to put her to sleep on August 13th.
My furry alarm clock is no more, but her memory will live furever in my heart.