The Cheezits: Colby and Cheddar: Saying Good-Bye to a Dear Friend and Beloved Pet

Friday, May 23, 2008

Saying Good-Bye to a Dear Friend and Beloved Pet

A friend of Mom's recently lost her beloved kitty and had to explain the situation to her five-year-old. Mom was very moved by her post because in addition to losing her first kitten to FIP before we came along, she grew up with cats and remembers how awful it was when the family's loving kitty died when Mom was just a girl.

Here's the link to Mom's friend's post on losing their family pet to illness:

Good-bye, Claudia.

4 comments:

Daisy said...: I am very sorry your friend lost her cat Claudia. There has been a lot of sad news lately.; Fri May 23, 01:49:00 PM EDT
Mr. Hendrix said...: We're sorry Claudia had to go to the Bridge. It is always very hard on those left behind. We will keep Claudia's family in our purrs and thoughts. So many friends leaving us. sad.

sending you hugs for the big HUG weekend (((hugs))); Fri May 23, 01:59:00 PM EDT
Kelby said...: Thanks for the nice thoughts about our loss of the sweet, fun and friendly Claudia the Cat. It's been hard on everyone... It's amazing how close we get to our pets!; Fri May 23, 03:08:00 PM EDT
Anonymous said...: We are very sorry your friend had to help Claudia to the Bridge. We wnt over and purred on her.; Fri May 23, 06:35:00 PM EDT

Who Are Dese Orangey Kittehs, Anyway?

Once, we were just two scared little kittens, clinging to our mother. We must have been very poor, because we weren't very clean or healthy and we had (this is so embarrassing) worms and stuff. We lived day-to-day, and we both remember being very hungry, all the time.

It seemed like we were barely old enough to walk when we were taken away from our mother and brought to a strange place, with lots of other cats (and big scary dogs!). We didn't know why, or what we had done. This place became known to us only as the Shelter.

So, there we were: at the Shelter, in a cage, cuddled together, keeping our spirits up and waiting for a chance to escape, not knowing what else to do, when a surprising new face came to see us.

She smiled at us, and looked us over without poking her fingers in our faces. She made sure our itchy ears were cleaned and those embarrassing worms were taken care of. And she didn't put us back into the cage.

Instead, she took us to a new, totally different place. A place where we have lots of food to eat and fresh water to drink. A place where there's always clean litter. Where there are toys to chase and soft places to sleep.

And we learned a new word.

That word is, "Home."

We are Colby and Cheddar. And this is our story.