Tuesday, October 01, 2019

Dear Chango

We don't really know when he was born. He and his brother, Bongo, were found in an abandoned car, and were too young to adopt right away. Starting in May, 2000, I would take William, Alex and Max to the shelter and we would visit the kittens we were adopting. We celebrate all of our cat's birthdays on April 1. Chango lived an adventurous, healthy, loved and loving life. We are sad about his passing.

We shared memories, familiar and favorite stories, and we cried. It's never easy, is it? How could it be? He's one of the family, and we love him. And we are thankful for the long and memorable life he shared with us, for the pictures and stories we can recall, and revisit...

March, 2003... Chango and Diego, from our days living on a couple acres, under a big, blue sky. Chango loved his country home, with Nena, and our first chickens, and all of those gophers!

October 2003... Already 3 years old. All of his baby pictures were on film. Scan photos is on a list of things to do.

June 2011... I was impressed when he was 11 years old. Now that seems a long time ago.

December 2011... am I romanticizing things, or were he and Benjamin Franklin Thundercat good pals? I miss those two.

April 2014... a 14th birthday celebration for Chango, and Mister Washburn Foo's first birthday. Now, I am really sad.

October 2015... Chango only got sweeter, more trusting, more quirky with age. We began thinking of him as a Grandfather, our Grandfather. He was so easy to love.

January 2016... almost 16 years old, and slowing down, but as dear as ever.

June 2016... this was when we had all those cats, and it couldn't have been more fun. We loved these days with Foo, and Chango, and the new baby, Cairo.

March 2017... with each passing year, we raised our affection and doting. We were so lucky to know him, our old man cat.