Good-Bye My Boy

Posted Sep 13, 2010 in The Cats

  • Chico on the back porch.

    Chico on the back porch.

  • Chillin' on the fence.

    Chillin' on the fence.

  • Helping to make the bed.

    Helping to make the bed.

  • Hangin' out with the dog.

    Hangin' out with the dog.

  • On his pedestal.

    On his pedestal.

  • On his pedestal.

    On his pedestal.

  • Behind the fence.

    Behind the fence.

  • With his doppleganger.

    With his doppleganger.

  • On the fallen tree.

    On the fallen tree.

  • In the backyard.

    In the backyard.

  • In the backyard.

    In the backyard.

  • In the backyard.

    In the backyard.

  • Gettin' high.

    Gettin' high.

  • Gettin' high.

    Gettin' high.

  • Gettin' some sun.

    Gettin' some sun.

Today was one of the saddest and hardest days that I have had to endure in quite some time. This afternoon Chico Suavé Sinkula, age 6½, passed away from congestive heart failure at approximately 1:00 pm.

Chico started life as an abandoned and sick little alley kitten that was rescued and brought to me by a caring student of mine. He was one of the most adorable and fuzzy little things I had ever seen sitting in that huge dog carrier that day we met. Wow! What a cute little boy! I could tell there was definitely something special about this little guy as he began to run around and charm the women in my classroom.

I had initially brought this little fellow home with me with the intention to find him a new home as a favor to my student. I swear I had no intention of keeping him myself as I was already harboring one illegal cat and did not want to make it two. But, since love is as love does, I suppose, he just ended up sticking around somehow. He also came in handy to help woo the woman that I now call my wife. So, there was absolutely no giving him up after that point. Plus, I was going to buy a house soon. So, there was nothing to worry about, right?

As our new and improved life went on, Chico became one of the most handsome, charming and lovable cats I had ever had. He was always just plain happy to see us and had the loudest motor of any cat I had ever heard. He was a very easy boy to love.

Since Chico was born feral, he was still very much a wild cat at heart that would spend as much time outdoors as the weather here in Seattle would allow. There were plenty of moths to chase and places to explore and play around the new house. But, we could always count on him to come home to peep around the bedroom and lick our fingers before he settled in for the night. He was a fabulous little member to our growing family and I just couldn’t imagine life without him.

Unfortunately, we almost lost Chico during last summer’s heat wave. He almost died on the way to the vet’s office and was diagnosed with Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy (HCM). Needless to say… This diagnosis was quite shocking news for us to hear. We didn’t know what his future would bring, but we were committed to giving Chico the best life we could.

I must admit that this past year was quite up and down for the little guy. It was hard to see him struggle. But, he always took his medication like such a good little trooper. I am sure he knew it helped him to fell better.

It was also always a tough dilemma if we were ever to go out of town because of his being so skittish when others would come over. There were only ever a few lucky people that actually got to meet Chico. How would we make sure he got his medicine that he absolutely needed twice a day if we were to leave for a few days?

After much discussion with our vet, we decided that the best option was to board Chico while we were away to ensure he would get his medication each and every day. However, the downfall was that the stress of being boarded, or even going to the vet for that matter, was extremely tough for him. It was a rough ride each and every time we needed to take him in.

Today, it breaks my heart to say that the stress of going to be boarded was just too much for my little boy this time.

I love you, Chico. I will see you at the Rainbow Bridge when I get there.

6 Comments:

Tony Sinkula
Sep 14, 2010 at 4:53 pm

Mike,

I’m really sorry to hear about your baby…I know how you feel as I am a passionate cat-lover and have had many cats over the last 25 years. It always breaks my heart when I hear a story like yours but you have the wonderful memories of your little guy to cherish forever.

Tony


 
rebecca ann sinkula
Sep 14, 2010 at 5:48 pm

RIP handsome little buddy…hope you and my sweet Louise will have a chance to meet under the Rainbow Bridge…best wishes to you and Karin, Mike.
I love you.
xo


 
Wendy
Sep 14, 2010 at 8:00 pm

Oh, Mike, what a beautiful kitty! I’m so sorry for your loss. I’m glad you know about the Rainbow Bridge. My little Wobble cat will be there as well as others well loved and lost over the years, They will play together until we get there…


 
Martha Sinkula
Sep 15, 2010 at 1:04 am

Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry to hear about your beautiful boy. His little heart just gave out…he was so lucky to have such loving parents. The picture of him is beautiful. Please let me know when you can about “the Rainbow Bridge”—–we as a family have quite a few kitties that might be there.
Much love to you all.


 
Mark R
Sep 27, 2010 at 9:20 pm

Mike-

My sincere apologies…

m


 
Kevon Wick
Oct 13, 2010 at 9:39 pm

Mike,
Read this with my own guy (also a Maine Coon), Jeoffry, sitting on my lap, his own little motor drowning out everything except my sorrow for your loss.
I think I know something of how you feel, if you don’t mind my saying so; I’ve lost friends before, and with Jeof… there may be greater souls in the world, but I don’t know them.
Namaste, my friend….
Kevon


 

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