My name was Chester. I was the coolest cat around. I was from Chester, NJ (that's how I got my name); my dads adopted me from my original father Joe when he was having a tough time. I was known as Chuck, Chuck-a-Boo, Chuck-a-Buck, Big Buffalo, Muffalo, Chester Muff.
My dads had to take me out of my misery on February 28th, 2006. The craziest thing was, I was fine on Saturday, stopped eating on Sunday, went to the vet Sunday night, got x-rayed and an unknown mass was discovered in between my belly and intestines, went home Sunday night (to say goodbye to my Sister...don't tell my dads, but I knew what was going on), went back in to the vet Monday morning, got re-x-rayed and the mass grew more than twice in its size overnight, underwent emergency surgery Monday afternoon, spent the night at the vet Monday, pulled through to Tuesday, worsened during the day and then at 6:30pm my dads let me go. It was the MOST DIFFICULT thing they have ever had to do in their lives.
At 5:30pm, we made the decision that it was time... my dads frantically tried to get my mom down to say goodbye, but she got stuck in NYC traffic. They decided at 6:30 that enough was enough. Mom showed up 15 minutes later. Everyone cried... and then, those stupid humans started to joke about how my tongue was hanging out of my mouth.
I am in a very good place now... watching over my sister (Spice) and my dads and my mom. My dads had me cremated and shared my ashes with mom (kinda morbid, if you ask me). I'm having fun now... playing outside (which I ALWAYS wanted to do, but my dads wouldn't let me!!!) and getting things organized for when the others wanna come and join me. It's tough being the first one... soooo much prep work!! UHG!!!
