Goodbye Chloe
On Oct 15th my wife and I had to put our cat Chloe to sleep after a month long downward spiral, which we learned was cancer. The speed at which Chloe descended was lightning fast and came as quite a shock to Joyce and I. A month before, she had received a glowing report after a checkup.
I know the comment will come "It's only a cat.", and heh before I met Chloe I might have been one of those people. I was always a dog person and never fond of cats, even after I moved in with Joyce. Joyce and Kim had 2 cats (Murphy and Chloe) and when I first moved in, none of them warmed up to me. However about 2 months passed, and finally Chloe warmed up to me. It started with me sitting on the couch, and her plopping down in front of my feet. After I rubbed her with my feet she never let me sit, without her coming looking for pets.
Chloe had a very distinct personality which I grew to love. She would always start out at my feet where I could reach her, then after a couple minutes of pets she would shift out to where I couldn't reach her, and look back at me for more pets. Her major time to do this was when I was watching Leaf games. Of course if you know me I would start to yell when the Leafs started playing like crap (especially McCabe). When I'd yell; Chloe would leave the room, and within seconds come back in and plop at my feet. This is a ritual I will always remember and will miss deeply. Chloe also had this habit of spreading out on the living room table when Joyce had the fireplace on. This drove me nuts but then I would look at her and melt, at how cute she looked and how comfortable she was. She was also a big fan of her "Treaty Treats". If Murphy hesitated for a second on her bowl Chloe would attack it with wild abandon then go to her bowl.
In the days before; where she was going the wrong way quickly I talked to my buddy Dave and he reminded me of a nickname I used to call her. "The General". The reason I called her this was the way she waddled into a room, her stomach dragging across the living room rug, and demanding respect. Thanks Dave for the reminder of the name.
In her last days it was tough for Joyce and I to see Chloe not be "The General" anymore. The decision to put her to sleep was an easy one for us to make as she was starting to suffer and feel pain.
I know this is not the tough guy thing to admit but I have felt deep pain at the loss of Chloe. One explanation I heard; was the only emotion a pet will show you is love. They never get upset, yell, or judge you, and this made some sense to me.
The biggest compliment for Chloe was she turned a "Dog man " into a "Cat Man".
Goodbye Chloe ("Wooey Wooz") Rest easy, you will be missed and always remembered with great memories.
I know the comment will come "It's only a cat.", and heh before I met Chloe I might have been one of those people. I was always a dog person and never fond of cats, even after I moved in with Joyce. Joyce and Kim had 2 cats (Murphy and Chloe) and when I first moved in, none of them warmed up to me. However about 2 months passed, and finally Chloe warmed up to me. It started with me sitting on the couch, and her plopping down in front of my feet. After I rubbed her with my feet she never let me sit, without her coming looking for pets.
Chloe had a very distinct personality which I grew to love. She would always start out at my feet where I could reach her, then after a couple minutes of pets she would shift out to where I couldn't reach her, and look back at me for more pets. Her major time to do this was when I was watching Leaf games. Of course if you know me I would start to yell when the Leafs started playing like crap (especially McCabe). When I'd yell; Chloe would leave the room, and within seconds come back in and plop at my feet. This is a ritual I will always remember and will miss deeply. Chloe also had this habit of spreading out on the living room table when Joyce had the fireplace on. This drove me nuts but then I would look at her and melt, at how cute she looked and how comfortable she was. She was also a big fan of her "Treaty Treats". If Murphy hesitated for a second on her bowl Chloe would attack it with wild abandon then go to her bowl.
In the days before; where she was going the wrong way quickly I talked to my buddy Dave and he reminded me of a nickname I used to call her. "The General". The reason I called her this was the way she waddled into a room, her stomach dragging across the living room rug, and demanding respect. Thanks Dave for the reminder of the name.
In her last days it was tough for Joyce and I to see Chloe not be "The General" anymore. The decision to put her to sleep was an easy one for us to make as she was starting to suffer and feel pain.
I know this is not the tough guy thing to admit but I have felt deep pain at the loss of Chloe. One explanation I heard; was the only emotion a pet will show you is love. They never get upset, yell, or judge you, and this made some sense to me.
The biggest compliment for Chloe was she turned a "Dog man " into a "Cat Man".
Goodbye Chloe ("Wooey Wooz") Rest easy, you will be missed and always remembered with great memories.
posted by Bill Sandison | 6:20 PM
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