My Chester was missing all day yesterday.I looked fir him all over with chicken he loved chicken and cheese not at the say time. I finally found him trapped in a pocket under the damp assinie bed sherry left in my front room. I brought him into arms.I tried to get him to eat chicken. He wanted none. He was a year this spring. I took him in and covered him in my arms.gave him some medication.Cradded him in warmth in my arms. He slept warm and content in my arms.I checked on him every half am hour. Six fifteen my babies body gave up the fight.Rippled with pain his heart stopped. His spirit left his body in my arms.I dreamed of with my Chester and less cats,good floor living and writing in northern Wisconsin and selling books with Chester near the fire. What a sucky day my baby Chester has left me.
Val Whitewolf 