Behold ~ let me introduce you to my purrfect daughters who complete the sweet menagerie in our home! Chessie, is our Maine Coon/Tabby mix who will turn 17 in May. She was a stray whom we adopted as our first ‘child’ and then there’s Tiffany aka Tiffy, who is our other girl, an American Bobtail who at now 5 years old, has kept our Chessie on her toes for the last 5 years! Tiffy’s buddy is Jack the goldfish who has outlived his brothers, Manny and Moe by at least a year! Jack continues to enjoy Tiffy’s affections although we’ve had to put a top on his bowl since Tiffy enjoyed eating his fish flakes with him when he was fed!
It’s funny that this Daily Prompt came today ~ although I’m truly not that surprised since I just made the call to our sweet vet for Chessie. She’s been losing weight for awhile now and last night began making gurgling noises when she was purring. Her purr has always been a deep rumble, much like my roar from yesterday’s post. Chessie has a special place in our hearts in our home for she was our first child and alternately has been my hubby’s girl, my girl and our sons’ girl. She’s lavished much affection over all of us and coined the much used phrase, “fur therapy” which is a staple in our home. Fur Therapy is when you receive unconditional love, affection and soul-filled connections from one of our cats. Not that we humans don’t give that deep love and understanding to eachother as well, but there’s something about holding a furry, warm cat to your heart, soul to soul and feeling that instant love.
Our boys have grown up with Chessie and then when Tiffy arrived, she became the resident fur therapist to the kids as she is younger and easier to handle for the boys considering that Chessie was an only child for quite awhile and Tiffy’s only known being picked up, carried around like a sack of potatoes and just goes with the flow! Chessie was a bit stunned when we brought home our elder son almost 15 years ago ~ his occasional crying pierced her heart and she would watch over him incessantly, wanting us to soothe him as soon as possible. By the time our 2nd son arrived, she was well-used to sharing our home with more humans who loved to pet her.
Chessie holds a special place in our hearts, but especially in mine. For you see, it was her constant presence during my illness that I believe helped in healing me (with the help of the medical field as well). She never left my side and was always next to me, her rhythmic purring rumbling though my body as she healed me with her spirit, her constant love and her healing vibrations. You may think I sound a bit squirrelly, but it’s how I feel in my heart. And for that healing love, I am ever so grateful to her.
Quietly, she has anchored herself to our family and to our hearts. Her unassuming nature, being a constant sweet presence much like a beloved angel hovering in our home, she has been a constant companion. There has never been a time in the last 17 years that I haven’t walked in the door to call to my girls and to look for them upon entering our home. She is our talisman of all goodness. She accompanied us in the middle of the night to check on the boys when they were sick. When my hubby would travel, she would wait for his return the first night and then the second night, if he wasn’t home, she would sleep upstairs with me on the bed, keeping one ear cocked listening for any strange sounds. Many a night I would lie awake in bed wondering what the strange noise I heard downstairs was and I would look over to Chessie to see if she had heard it. If her head was up and she was listening too, we would descend the stairs together to investigate. Many times, she would precede me, somehow I always believe, protecting me in case there was something there ~ which thankfully, there never has been!
She’s been laying beside me on the couch the last few days, barely leaving my side and I’ve not left hers either. My heart absolutely breaks every time I think of the possibility and tears storm my cheeks with the mere thought of what today’s vet appointment could bring. I know for some people who aren’t pet lovers, nor cat lovers either, this may seem a bit much, but I don’t care. If you’ve ever been blessed to be loved by an animal or have been a beloved pet owner, you will understand how I feel today.
So I’m off to the vet now ~ I’m praying for peace whatever that may bring us. We’ve heard that the average life of a cat is 13 years old so we’ve been blessed with almost 17 for which I’m truly grateful. Please say a prayer for Chessie. Thank you!
Do you have animals in your life? If yes, what do they mean to you? If no, why have you opted not to?
(Bonus points for adorable animal photos, and double bonus if they’re taken with your phone!)