Chloe is a spayed female Black Mix born October 12, 2008
and last adopted October 13, 2018.
She is 11 years and 4 months old.
“Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.”
Welcome to Chloe’s profile! This is a profile where it gets sad, like C.J. Tunes’ profile. You’re going to read a lot about this very special kitty, a real angel on Earth. The best things don’t always last, like her and C.J.. When a pet crosses the Rainbow Bridge, they’re the first ones to welcome you Home to God.
Chloe was a special one for sure. One of the most loving kitties ever. She had this meow, that’ll always be remembered. She sometimes sounded like ‘mreh’ or ‘mrroww’. I can still hear it in my head, when I think about it. Chloe gave little hugs, too. She’d jump up to your shoulder and just give you a little hug. She was amazing. Chloe was a cat to lay on your lap and just cuddle. She also had the softest fur. I just remember her always going on my lap and just meowing. While on my lap, she’d sneeze a lot since she had allergies. It’d get everywhere. I’ll also never forget how her back claws stabbed into your legs, but since she was on my lap so many times I got used to the claw stabbing. She didn’t do it on purpose, they were just very sharp. Chloe was a cat who was always so good. She always went in the litter box when needed, and was just an overall great kitty. She hated getting ‘in trouble’. One time, the day before she passed I believe, she peed by her bowl because she couldn’t make it to the litterbox. The poor thing hid because she knew she did wrong. It was so heartbreaking, knowing it was time. I remember always claiming for her to be my favorite. All my kitties are my favorite now, but back when she was still alive she was #1 to me.
She was a very loveable kitty. Chloe loved attention, and getting loved up on with pets or something.
I got Chloe here on FooPets, by a friend who showed me her link. At the time I was looking for a legacy female black mix to represent Chloe. With no luck in that search, obviously, I got her. Well, when I clicked on her link I saw she was 200FD. That was a lot, but I felt some kind of connection with her. So, I picked her up and felt a great bond with her. Now she’s here, in her forever name.
A few days before, I remember being on the phone with my mom. It was November, and at the beginning she was doing alright. Well, fast forward to when I was on the phone with my mom, she told me it was Chloe’s time to go soon. I was so close to tears, but I fought them. I was petting Chloe at that time too. I was so sad, thinking ‘how can this be it?’. When I was going to take a shower, I told my sister and she couldn’t believe it. She even claimed she didn’t want to go and see her be put down. But I knew I had to be there for Chloe. Well, Friday, the day before came. When we woke up, we half expected Chloe to have joined Heaven. But no, we couldn’t find her. Instead we found a puddle of pee by her water bowl. We looked for her, she was hiding behind the tv in the play room (living room). I picked her up, and set her on my lap. It was November 11, and we expected her to not live. Since it was a school day, before we went to school we said goodbye just in case. You best bet I was scared for that when I got home she may not even be there anymore. Well, when I got home she was there. But she wasn’t looking too well. My dad was begging her to join her best friend Calvin in Heaven so she could die peacefully. It was so sad, I sat by her on the couch all afternoon. Even my dad slept with her for her last night, for a bit. In the morning, we all knew the appointment was up for her at the vet. I can’t really remember waking up too well, though. Me and my siblings made breakfast (which wasn’t normal as we were younger-ish) and did the dishes which we never did. We were prepared. We even got our stuffed animals of Chloe, Calvin, and Cat. They’re all special to us. Chloe mine, Calvin my sisters’, and Cat my brothers’. Our parents were surprised as well that we did those things. Anyways, Chloe was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. It was the saddest sight to see. Yes, we took pictures to remember the sad moment of her. I believe it was the last picture taken of her as well. I can’t find it now, but it’ll be updated if I do. When we took her to the vet, she wasn’t put in a carrier. My mom carried her in a pink blanket. We all knew she wasn’t coming home. But, luckily, she was 16 years old so she lived a happy life full of adventures and life. When we arrived at the vet, we were put in the room. We all said our goodbyes. Me and my siblings, surprisingly didn’t cry. Why? We weren’t as attached to her as my parents were or how we were with C.J. when we all just broke down for several minutes. I remember seeing them shave the fur off of her leg and stick the needle in. Then, she was gone. We were given water bottles and a stuffed animal bear. I still have it to this day. On the way home my dad told us all to remember her and to never forget her. That’s a promise I’ll always keep. When we got home, we buried her and said our last goodbyes. I don’t remember the rest of that day, but I do remember every day after was just so empty with an empty lap.