The Cheezits: Colby and Cheddar: cat's death

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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.

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.