Sweet Chili
Our son Justin had to say goodbye to Chili, his beloved friend, companion and fur baby. Together for eight years, Chili was by his side through the toughest times. Lost jobs, long stretches of unemployment and loneliness, illnesses, a broken engagement, and a couple girlfriends. There were good times, too, and I hope that's what Justin remembers. Chili was very affectionate, overly so sometimes. He liked to hide in the cupboard under the sink or sit on the windowsill of the 21st floor and watch the traffic far below. When Justin came home, he was greeted by a happy, purring Chili or a Chili sleeping on his bed. And perhaps best of all, Chili sat by the door and kept all roaches from creeping under the door.
Molly is by my side, as always, dozing the whole evening away. In a burst of youthful fervor, she nearly caught a chipmunk this morning. She is getting more senile, but at 17 1/2, she is physically healthy. Although Chili was only nine, he was a city cat, confined, overweight and inactive. It was a deadly combination. His weakened heart and kidneys couldn't sustain him. We've been through the same set of decisions that Justin had to make today and it's wrenching. We felt terrible for him. I hope he realizes that he saved Chili from suffering.
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