The entire year we had with Chance was a gift, a “bonus.” He wasn’t “supposed to” have had a whole new life at the age of…well, we can only guess somewhere between 12 and 800.
That last, “bonus” year was the sweetest, and not just for Chance. His passing has left a tremendous, loud-meowing void.
It’s been amazing – staggering, really – how many folks have e-mailed me these last few days. Where is Chance? His photo isn’t on the website any more. Please tell me he’s been adopted… E-mail after e-mail after e-mail. This cat was loved. Who knew that Chance was so adored, even beyond our walls, even by people who had never heard his marmalade roar in person? Silly question – I should have had heart-eyes to see by now just how much love enfolds each Tabby’s Place cat, especially the hard-luck kids like Chance.
I’ve been struggling to find the words for this post. In what I can only see as the mercy of God, they’ve been provided by another of Chance’s many, many devotees. Larry, thank you for honoring our always-adored “grumpy old man,” Chance…
“When I heard about the loss of Chance, I was saddened. Chance represented what we do at Tabby’s Place, and whey we do it. Chance is part of our history, and we loved him. As much as that is true, Chance is only part of our history. Other honored kitties include Hillary, Molly, Erin and Mozart. My list of honored kitties is much longer. There are many lists of honored kitties. Their names can be found in the hearts of Tabby’s people.
“To honor Chance, his journey is told with love. Chance’s might have told his own history this way:
“I was trapped in the basement of a large building, in a very dark room. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes very cold. Workers would leave me food, but I often was hungry and very unhappy.
“It was so dark I was not able to see, and so I tried to stay hidden most of the time. One day some people came and took me away. The light was so bright it hurt my eyes, and I was, once again, not able to see. They took me to a place and placed me in a cage. I was afraid. But these people provided a bed for me, and I was able to hide there. They spoke in soft tones and gave me things to eat – lots of things, good things.
“In time, I learned that they would not hurt me. They wanted to be my friends. I learned that I could trust them. I now live in a large room with lots of roommates. I am often not sure about some of my roommates, though. But, still, I am happy.”
“We are happy that we were part of his life. We will miss him very much.”
Until we meet again, Sir Chance-a-Lot, you will always be one of the great ones. Thank you for letting us cherish you, for getting to see so many facets of your essence. You loved well, roared loudly, showed mercy to kittens, pitied no fools. We love you, now and forever…