Obituary

Chewables http://chevroletmama.blogspot.com/2012/10/chewables-thinks-hes-spaniard.html and his sister Princess were born on Memorial Weekend.  Their mother, Moreo, took an inadvertent trip to the landfill on a trailer full of rubbish the very next day, and though we tried, we were never able to retrieve her.  So Chewables, Princess, and the rest of their brothers and sisters were fostered by a neighbor cat who had just had new babies, on the condition that when the kittens were old enough, all the cats including the mother would move to our place.
When the combined litter was old enough, they did indeed move to our place.  Their mother didn't like it here and kissed them all goodbye, and one by one the kittens moved away too, except for Chewables and Princess.  After a year or so, even Princess left to seek her fortune, but Chewables remained.
Chewables was a ladies man and he, like Abraham of the Bible, became the father of many.  Truth be told, he was eventually the father of all the ladies, at which time he went to the vet.  You know, to be tutored.  After tutoring, Chewables became the caretaker of all our other cats.  He bathed them, played with them, babysat them, and taught them how to hunt.  When we brought Wild One home from Grandpa's farm on Father's Day, Chewables both tamed and befriended him.  Chewables and Wild One were best friends until the day Chewables died.  Until today.
The Precious found Chewables this morning, lying on the patio outside our back door.  No blood, no marks, no broken bones.  He looked like he was sleeping, but with his eyes open.  We picked him up and held him.  We tried to be tough and cool but we just cried like girls.  (We girls did, anyway.  The boys just took off with shovels.)  We were still able to curl him up and snuggle with him.  But this was the only time we ever held him when he didn't purr.
You weren't old enough to die, Chewables.  What happened to you?  You weren't sick.  Did you jump off someplace too high, as you were so fond of doing, but this time hit your head?  We will miss you.  The other cats will miss you.  Jeremy Renner would have liked you a lot.  I don't care what anybody says, I believe that all pets go to heaven.