Chester was given to me as a little kitten. We spent years together about 14. He was always a loving kitty and a bit bossy. He was sick for a week befor he died. The night before he died when I walked in to check on him he looked up at me. When I petted him he just started purring which he hadn’t done in a few days. I believe he knew what was about to
happen and was telling me goodbye.
Chester I miss you and I know that now your not suffering anymore. There’s a window for you to take naps in and a nice soft place for you to sleep. Someday we’ll be togather again and I’ll get to pet you and have you in my lap again. Untill then know I love you.
Goodbye pretty kitty
Tracey
| Chester |
| 28, July 2002 |
| Tracey |