This is Chase and he was a good cat.
We had him since he was a kitten. As a matter of fact, his mother, Zebrina, almost gave birth to him on my lap. But that's a tale for another time.
He was a strong, sturdy cat from the first...his mother's favorite. She took prodigious care of him, her first born-- and knew he was to lead forth with the family line...which he did. Pretty sure he got his sister pregnant. One of her kittens looked just like Chase.
He was lax and lazy, sweet of temper and docile as they come. He loved chasing frogs and--yikes!--snakes and usually brought them still alive into the garage for Brandon to--ah, appreciate?
Chase was a fat cat, but that extra weight may have saved him in the end...to a point.
He had been a 25 pounder until he vanished for two days. He then lost so much weight, lost his desire for food and wasted down to 9.5 at the end. We still don't know why or what happened. He couldn't tell us and the vets--after extensive tests--knew little more than he was telling. We just knew he was in pain and wished to go.
So, we let him join his Mama over rainbow bridge as they say. Good cat Chase. We won't forget him too soon.