by Bethany
(OR)

Chester was like my baby. Last August, we were at the animal shelter looking at kittens and there was this tiny orange two-month-old kitten that just looked up into my eyes. It was like he chose me. From then on he was my baby.

Chester was the sweetest little thing. He had a loud purr that seemed to never stop. Chester and I grew closer and closer and though I was never a cat person, I was a Chester person.

When Chester was older, he became a hunter. He was the best hunter we have ever had and he was this small orange cat. Chester was really friendly and liked everybody. He was a favorite among my family and our neighbors.

Chester was mainly an outdoor cat but he did come indoors. You could hold him like a baby and he would just purr and purr. I was his Mama Cat. When Chester was about a year and four months old, he was hit by a car.

I miss him so much. I have been crying for the past three days. I haven't seen him since September 17 since I have been in college. I didn't even get to say good bye.

It doesn't feel real and I guess I am still in shock. It basically came out of the blue, I thought I had years left with him.

Once I was upset and Chester pushed my door open and basically cuddled me until I felt better. He was an amazing cat that I only got to know for a little over a year.

Chester was a skinny, long orange cat, whose entire body was filled with love. Chester, I will love you forever and I know you will always be with me in my heart, and from above.