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My cat, Chun Li passed away today. She was a spunky, and quite lovely half-tabby, half-Persian.
We purchased her as a teeney-tiny kitten in January of 1995 (she was born in November). She was a gift from my husband due to the fact that our first pregnancy ended in a miscarriage. So she has been with us for quite some time longer than any of our boys.
We noted her mellowing out a bit in the past couple of months and we cropped that up to old age. She was always such a spitfire. She never liked to be picked up much, but would show affection by following you around the house and sleeping on your feet at night. She was the easiest pet in the world to take care of. Less maintenance than those stupid turtles, and certainly less maintenance than the crazy country cats we had on the farm. I often wondered if I wasn’t taking care of her right, but on her check-ups, she always got a clean bill of health. The only problem we had with her was depression when we moved, and she had to be put on anti-depressants.
The past two days, she was keeping to herself a great deal. This in and of itself is nothing new. She always found spots to hide and would pop up at night. Well, she didn’t pop up last night or the night before to sleep on my feet. Yesterday evening the thought entered my mind maybe something besides heat and old age might be wrong, and if she continues to act funny, perhaps a trip to the vet was in order. Today, she didn’t wake up. I am so heartbroken. I hope she was not suffering while I was “wondering” if there might be something wrong. She was a good pet.
My husband just came back from burying her in the woods near the North American Martyrs Shrine.