Goodbye Chester

I said goodbye to Chester the Cat last week. He was murdered. I suspect by a coyote.

I found him, in pieces, in our neighbors yard.

I can’t think of any way Chester could have been a better cat. Even how he left this world, he was thinking of me. Here are a couple thoughts on that:

• Chester made sure he didn’t get old and senile causing him to piss and shit where he is not suppose to.

• Chester went out like a champ. Getting eaten by another animal and going out with a fight. Good kitty.

• He made sure I found his dead body. He gave me immediate closure.

Our pets die. It’s apart of the deal. I always hated that part. Now, I believe it is an important part of having pets. Seeing them die, helps us become closer to our mortality.

Thank you Chester.