A long time ago, in a state far far away there was a Meezer named Simone and she was the best cat. But she died. So there was a search for another cat as good as Simone, if not better.
It went far and wide. Wide-eyed kittens hopefully and eagerly dreamed of being chosen.
But it was not to be.
In a small town, only people in Oregon (or who love Oregon) knew about, a Siamese Queen awaited her fate. Cheysuli was chosen.
For many years all was well in Chey’s world. She was crushed (and perhaps one could say diminished) when her beloved calico mentor, Georgia transitioned. She was further distressed to the point of near death when Ichiro was adopted. But she soldiered on as all good cats must.
And then she stopped eating. The vet did blood work. She still didn’t eat but they did fluids and an anti-emetic.
On the third day, which was a Saturday, after she’d only been eating what was forced down her and painted on her pretty brown stockings, they gave her more fluids and another injection. They started her on Tapazol because her thyroid was high.
She nibbled but didn’t eat. She was force fed on Sunday and her body painted, which she dutifully cleaned.
On Monday, she went in to the vet again and got IV fluids, a vit B injection, another injection for nausea, and some medication to help with nausea that she would take until Thursday.
And she came home and ate.
She didn’t eat a ton at any one visit to the dish but she ate frequently, probably at about 70% of what she would normally eat and 300% of fishy flakes, because when you are 15 and haven’t been eating, if you like fishy flakes, you get fishy flakes.
And then Saturday night. She vomited. Once. Twice. Five times. White foamy bile. She was drinking though.
By Sunday morning she was refusing water.
The Woman knew. Chey wasn’t coming back from this. She had no interest even in cleaning herself up, not really. And while sometimes cats react to Tapazol, this didn’t feel like that.
But the Male wasn’t ready–who knew he liked her so much despite her constant disdain?
So they went to the emergency vet. Fluids, more blood work, offers of ultrasound. She got more injections. She went home and did not come out of her carrier. She could move. She didn’t want to.
She stayed hidden in her carrier nearly the whole night, coming out only twice to cuddle with the woman for an hour or so.
She refused all water, all food.
She could have been forced. She could have gone for an ultrasound. But at 15 years old there were few things in her presentation that would have made the extra days of life worth the effort of more time being fussed with. She was now on Tapazol and a high blood pressure medication and an appetite stimulant.
On Monday the Woman called a very nice man who came out that night and helped Chey across the Bridge. She was greeted by far too many beloved friends. This man treated everyone with kindness and cried with all of us though we had never met him.
And now the search may begin once more. But that is a story for future generations. For now, we can look at the stars and remember when Chey ruled the world.
I am so sorry for the loss of your beautiful girl.
We are so sorry about beautiful Chey. We are sending hugs and purrs.
We send our love purrs and prayers of support at this sad time. Fly free Chey and watch over us until that day we meet again young and running through the grass chasing mousies.
Timmy, Dad and Family
It’s so very sad when our friends must go. But you and Chey will be together again some day, in God’s time. Until then, Godspeed, Chey, and bless everyone she leaves behind.
We send gentle wooooos,
NukNuk & Timber
I am so sorry, too, for your loss. Chey was an icon in the cat world and will be missed by many. She had a marvelous life, and as I know only too well, that is the most important thing. Knowing this, and knowing they are at peace and reunited with loved ones on the Bridge helps to cushion their loss. Chey will forever be in your heart and mind, and the love will always be. So “Cheysuli Forever’ is very appropriate indeed.
Losing a loved one is never easy. Even if you expect it, even if you know it is time.. and when it is not.. it is so much more so.
My deepest condolences and rumbliest purrs for your loss.
Run free sweet Chey. So sorry for the loss of your beautiful friend. Sending you all much love and hugs xx
So very sorry for the loss of your beautiful girl. Sending love and healing purrs.
With deepest condolences,
Angel Normie, Angel Mika, Sasha & Grady Lewis
Dearest Bonnie & Dennis…..we are so heartbroken to read this very sad news about your precious princess Chey…she was an icon for all of us for the many years we knew her and loved her worldy adventures. I wish for the many memories you have of her to comfort your sad hearts…as you look for the stars…I am sure you will find the meow you are looking for.
With great love from the cozy cottage…Miss Peach, Miss Hunny Bunny and the garden cats and mom Karla and Lapdaddy.
We’re very sorry for your loss. We offer our sincere condolences and send comforting hugs and purrs.
We are deeply sorry for the loss of your beloved Chey. Send Soft Pawkisses to comfort you <3 <3 <3
We are so sorry to hear of your loss of your sweet Chey. Sending our gentlest purrs your way…
Mom Peggy and we are so sorry you have left us, Chey. You were one of our oldest and best friends. What a legacy you left! How much fun we had with the Find Chey contests! Hugs to your mom and dad.
We are so so so sorry to learn of the loss of your beloved Chey. Do you remember that Chey encouraged Simba to start a blog? He was entering Chey’s “Where am I” contests just with a name (maybe a profile?) back then. Sorry we did not come by lately and missed reading the email letting us know about Chey. The hmans have been traveling muchly lately.
Till we meet again, dear Meezer girl.
xoxoxo
Simba and Mom
We are so sorry for your loss. Purrs to you all.