My Chester; I came into his life in July 1999 he was just maybe about 6 months old. Found by a couple of kids wondering in and around an apartment complex. A co worker asked if I knew of someone who wanted a cat…I didn’t have any pets at that time as I had just recently transfered from PA to Connecticut for my job. So, I took him in and thought for days what I would name this very handsome fellow…I was living in a small town of Colchester, CT. And, it dawned on me wow…Chester that would be a cool name for a cat…Chester….
Your name will be Chester. Fast Track 12 yrs later …2 more cats…in my life ..Charlie and Pokey and a Golden Retriever…Chase. And, I did add a husband to that mix too! Scott, who loved Chester as much as I did! Chester had a personality that was so different from any cat I had known.,.acted more like a dog than more times than not. When he was younger he loved to play with his mice toys..that had fur on them and rattled…he would come running and I would throw the mice and he would retrieve and bring back to me. He loved to be held..whether he was held close to my chest or I would cradle him in my arms like a baby. He didn’t care…he loved kisses on the top of his head, would close his eyes and purrrr and purrrr.
He loved to lick the couch when he was reclining on the bends of the sofa arm…I don’t know why..the micro fiber he just liked…to this day I have dark brown spots on the arms of a tan microfiber couch!! He loved his catnip would roll around it it and have it cling to his fur. He would come into my office and push his beautiful face and head between my arms and desk and look at me ..and that was my queue to pick him up and kiss his head…Did I mention he loved to be kissed on the head????
Chester loved his furbrother Charlie…he would groom Charlie until Charlie would hiss at him to tell him he had enough grooming…he loved his goldie brother Chase too! What a cat that loves a dog…YES…he loved his dog brother Chase. He would come and rub all over Chase..Chase would like at us and with those big brown eyes…with fear…Fear that Chester may turn on him..But he never did..he loved his brother Chase…We found out a year ago that Chester had a heart murmur…and it was loud enough to warrant a trip to a cardiologist to have an ultrasound done. Yep, nice old murmur it was…and we then told to start him on Atenolol and bring him back bi yearly for ultrasounds to see how he’s doing. Now, 6 months after his diagnosis..we added Pokey a 6 month Tortie Girl…she was a stray…became pregnant..we took her in and had her spayed and shots…and..she’s now part of the growing menagerie of pet’s. However, Pokey and Chester did not ever get along.
Pokey was a stalker and would stalk my then getting into his senior years Chester and then the both of them would not have a loving sister and brother chit chat..he would become an all out brawl. So, here I am spilling my loving memories of Chester on a memory board that maybe perhaps no one will read..but that’s ok. I needed to put this into words of memory of Chester..as 2 days ago, you left us to go to the Rainbow Bridge. You suffered an agonizing death from congestive heart failure that was caused by the heart murmur that eventually took your life. I was there with you when you took your last breath; and I told you we would see each other again.
Until we see each other again...I love you.
| Vicki Roulston |