Still Sad

On November 18, 2017, I attended a mystical arts event, and had my bones read.

No, not my skeleton!

'Bones' meaning a collection of objects, rocks, and items that the bone-reader had gathered to symbolize particular meanings.

I put my hands into a bowl to scoop up as many bones as I wanted, then dropped them onto the table.

The cat figurine, and only the cat figurine, jumped off the table to land on the floor.

I'd picked up the cat figurine from the floor and placed it on the table, down in the bottom right.

 Well, it didn't take a psychic or bone-reader to tell me what it meant.

At the time, our Chucky was failing.  

His heart meds had kept him going for years, but he was getting skinny and morose.

By November 20, 2017, seven years ago today, The Hubby and I agreed that it was time to help him leave this Earthly plane.

Did I receive a sign beforehand that Chuck was ready for his angels wings?

Letting go of our boy was difficult, and seven years on, my heart continues to ache.

Will love you forever, Chucky 💔

Flashback to May 2006

Chucky, enjoying the futon and a piece of sleeping bag tie

Angel is the bathroom sink

On May 4, 2006, Angel and Chuck were not quite two years old.  The Hubby and I were still novice cat humans, but we had all settled into a good routine.  Chuck routinely chewed anything stringy, such as the tie up cords on our sleeping bags, window blind cords, and the ties on my pajama bottoms.  Angel was always our quiet one, routinely staying in the corners and underneath dressers.  To find her boldly enjoying the sink was a photo-worthy occasion!

Looking at these images, I see that both cats were already a bit chunky; we fed them only kibble at this time.  After Chuck had urine crystals, ate a rope toy that he almost had to have surgery to remove, and then scooting his butt on the floor (because he was too fat to lick down there!), we switched to them to canned food.  Kibble now is only for The 'O' Cats in the winter, when wet food freezes.

I look at Chuck, and hope he is happy with our twin mancats, who were adopted in his image.

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