Thank you mcianchette. I think Chance would love for us to remember the happy times. Since today was the week anniversary of his death I left the house on my day off and just did stuff. Coming home I expected to feel sad that he wasn't there to greet me as I walked in the door. However, my older cat Merlin has been a real trooper and has been very loving and attentive. More so than normal. I think this has really gotten me to accept it a little better. Obviously it still hurts, but I can write this now with a heavy heart instead of sobbing. I know there will be times when I'm going to be sad and depressed, but I must remember to not wallow in that. Chance wouldn't want it.
We just lost our cat Chance. He was only a year and a half. We think that he just got too infested with fleas, even though we did everything we could think of to get rid of them. Bombs, powders, etc. They just got to be too much and I think he hid in the closet for too long. Never thought about it until it was too late. Figured he was coming out at night to eat. Until I pulled him out of there and he reeked of his own piss. I didn't realize it, but that moment was the start of his death. He fought till the end. He ate a little, and he tried, but it was just too much for him. I'm going to miss his chortling, and the way he would hug your neck. My husband is going to really miss him the most because Chance was his cat. He would suck on his blanket (we found him on the side of the road when he was only 4 weeks old) and give him the biggest hugs. This just happened today, so we feel like it was our fault that he died. We promised him that we would protect him, and we didn't. We failed him.