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01-08-2008, 01:01 PM
Chaska, my little 7 year old girl, has finally come to rest.
We found her as a 2 day old kitten, abondoned by her feral mum in November 2000. We raised her by hand: bottle fed her, helped her use the litter tray, treated her cat flu, watched her take her first steps and grow into a beautiful but very small cat.
She was always the 'wee one'; definately the runt of a litter, and always very petite and delicate, yet she had mastered catching adult rabbits in no time and often tried to play-fight with our older cat Sophie (much to Sophie's discontent!)
She was a wildcat at heart, always out in the garden and neighbouring fields stalking rabbits, and bringing them home only to leave the ears! Yet she was also so affectionate and attached. She never learnt how to meow properly really, she didn't have a mother and Sophie didn't take to her, so she just made little high-pitched peep noises.
She went missing once or twice and worried us sick, came back a week later skinny as a rake, dehydrated and underweight. Everytime she recovered and went off with her usual rabbit-chasing habits.
Sadly I moved away from home to University when she was around 3, but I often went home to visit and she'd always greet me with purrs, leg-rubs and 'peeps'. She seemed to remain an eternal kitten, never really getting bigger than an 11-month young cat and always acting like one!
Over the last half a year her health began to deterioriate. The vet diagnosed her with firstly cystisis. The antiobiotics helped and she was back to normal, until she suddenly took a turn for the worse and was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure. My dad at home took extra special care of her, making sure she ate her prescription food and medicine, and still congratulating her with pets on the rabbits she somehow still managed to catch.
Unfortunately, despite all our best efforts and her fighting nature, she seemed to get worse and worse, until yesterday on Thursday 31st July, she was taken to the vet and put to sleep. She'd fought her last hard battle, caught her last rabbit, and was now ready to leave.
I never got to say goodbye to her, as I couldn't get home in time but I didn't want to keep her here, in pain and suffering, just so I could see her. But I have my memories, my photos, of us bottle feeding her, the video of her taking her first steps, and the memory of her little 'peeps'.
Now she can catch all the rabbits she likes, and isn't in any pain.
Chaska means the Peruvian Goddess of Princesses, and now she really can watch over all of us as a Goddess should.
Rest in Peace Chaska: your short but wonderful life brought us many smiles and happiness.
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We found her as a 2 day old kitten, abondoned by her feral mum in November 2000. We raised her by hand: bottle fed her, helped her use the litter tray, treated her cat flu, watched her take her first steps and grow into a beautiful but very small cat.
She was always the 'wee one'; definately the runt of a litter, and always very petite and delicate, yet she had mastered catching adult rabbits in no time and often tried to play-fight with our older cat Sophie (much to Sophie's discontent!)
She was a wildcat at heart, always out in the garden and neighbouring fields stalking rabbits, and bringing them home only to leave the ears! Yet she was also so affectionate and attached. She never learnt how to meow properly really, she didn't have a mother and Sophie didn't take to her, so she just made little high-pitched peep noises.
She went missing once or twice and worried us sick, came back a week later skinny as a rake, dehydrated and underweight. Everytime she recovered and went off with her usual rabbit-chasing habits.
Sadly I moved away from home to University when she was around 3, but I often went home to visit and she'd always greet me with purrs, leg-rubs and 'peeps'. She seemed to remain an eternal kitten, never really getting bigger than an 11-month young cat and always acting like one!
Over the last half a year her health began to deterioriate. The vet diagnosed her with firstly cystisis. The antiobiotics helped and she was back to normal, until she suddenly took a turn for the worse and was diagnosed with Chronic Renal Failure. My dad at home took extra special care of her, making sure she ate her prescription food and medicine, and still congratulating her with pets on the rabbits she somehow still managed to catch.
Unfortunately, despite all our best efforts and her fighting nature, she seemed to get worse and worse, until yesterday on Thursday 31st July, she was taken to the vet and put to sleep. She'd fought her last hard battle, caught her last rabbit, and was now ready to leave.
I never got to say goodbye to her, as I couldn't get home in time but I didn't want to keep her here, in pain and suffering, just so I could see her. But I have my memories, my photos, of us bottle feeding her, the video of her taking her first steps, and the memory of her little 'peeps'.
Now she can catch all the rabbits she likes, and isn't in any pain.
Chaska means the Peruvian Goddess of Princesses, and now she really can watch over all of us as a Goddess should.
Rest in Peace Chaska: your short but wonderful life brought us many smiles and happiness.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v319/jennyfurrens/DSCF0031.jpg