I have feared this day for so long and yet when the final moment came, I felt completely unprepared to say goodbye to my best friend. Chester and I have been together since he was 6 weeks old and I was just beginning my life as an adult. We moved into our first apartment, purchased our first condo, first house, second house…you get the point. We have snuggled on the couch, played hide-n-seek, walked on a leash around the park and slept in the same bed for 17 years. Some of my best conversations have been with Chester, who always provided the appropriate facial expressions to match the words I pretended he said. We have danced around the house to Motown and watched fake fish swim to new age music on the television for relaxation purposes.
Many people would say that he lived a charmed life. Chester spent less than 10 nights alone in his 17 years. He spent many weekends and holidays at his grandparent’s house where they spoiled him uncontrollably. Chester and my mom would takes walks in her garden, sit together while she worked from home and fight over reading the paper (he would want to sleep on the one place she was reading). He and my dad would sit on their chair and watch TV glancing at each other periodically and occasionally Chester would even get to sit him his lap and purr. The goal was always to make sure that somebody would be around to give Chester attention, love and FOOD (the one thing he always wanted).
Chester loved to ride around in cars and liked controlling the steering wheel even more. He would always greet people with excitement in hopes that they may actually hold him in their lap and pet his soft, furry coat. He would meow to get your attention and never would a sound come out of his mouth. He would lie in between Melissa and me to make sure he got equal attention. Chester could be stubborn and when he was awake thought that everybody in the house should be awake as well. He would walk around the house pawing at doors, jumping on heads and even giving a “love tap” with his claw…usually to your forehead.
Chester has been my best-friend, my little boy…my constant for 17 years. He helped sooth rough times, heal sicknesses, inspire happiness and joy and ultimately love me UNCONDITIONALLY. Looking back on the life I provided him, I would change only a few things…I would give more kisses, snuggle more often and even let him eat “human” food regardless of what his vet told me. I whispered in his ear last night minutes before his injection…”I love you sweet boy and I can never thank you enough for loving me.”
He is my perfect, sweet, kind friend who a place in my heart that can never be touched. I hope that you are healthy, happy and at peace now Chester. I am sorry that the end had to finally come…I will miss you and love you forever.
Many people would say that he lived a charmed life. Chester spent less than 10 nights alone in his 17 years. He spent many weekends and holidays at his grandparent’s house where they spoiled him uncontrollably. Chester and my mom would takes walks in her garden, sit together while she worked from home and fight over reading the paper (he would want to sleep on the one place she was reading). He and my dad would sit on their chair and watch TV glancing at each other periodically and occasionally Chester would even get to sit him his lap and purr. The goal was always to make sure that somebody would be around to give Chester attention, love and FOOD (the one thing he always wanted).
Chester loved to ride around in cars and liked controlling the steering wheel even more. He would always greet people with excitement in hopes that they may actually hold him in their lap and pet his soft, furry coat. He would meow to get your attention and never would a sound come out of his mouth. He would lie in between Melissa and me to make sure he got equal attention. Chester could be stubborn and when he was awake thought that everybody in the house should be awake as well. He would walk around the house pawing at doors, jumping on heads and even giving a “love tap” with his claw…usually to your forehead.
Chester has been my best-friend, my little boy…my constant for 17 years. He helped sooth rough times, heal sicknesses, inspire happiness and joy and ultimately love me UNCONDITIONALLY. Looking back on the life I provided him, I would change only a few things…I would give more kisses, snuggle more often and even let him eat “human” food regardless of what his vet told me. I whispered in his ear last night minutes before his injection…”I love you sweet boy and I can never thank you enough for loving me.”
He is my perfect, sweet, kind friend who a place in my heart that can never be touched. I hope that you are healthy, happy and at peace now Chester. I am sorry that the end had to finally come…I will miss you and love you forever.
5 comments:
Now you're making me tear up. We had to do the same with my little dog last January after almost 17 years. Honestly, it is one of the hardest things I've ever done. Even today I miss his greeting me at the door and just giving love.
I'm so sorry about Chester. Honestly, grieve as much and as long as you have to. Hugs being sent your way my friend.
I'm sorry to hear about Chester. He did have a good life and the two of you had a special relationship! Rachel
Poor Chester. But even more, poor you. The loss of a pet - there's not much that compares. It's like a piece of you is missing, but you're expected to get over it and get on with things.
I'm sorry for your loss. Chester was obviously near and dear to your heart and now that heart is broken. I wish I knew the right words, but ... well, just give it time. Don't rush through your mourning period. You will find solace in due time.
What a beautiful cat. Sorry for your loss.
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