We found Chalube lying in one of the cat boxes this morning. He'd died sometime during the night. He was so sweet and good tempered. I'll miss him. Leah's outside right now picking a spot to bury him.
Chalube was one of our rescued rescues. He was being brought to the adoptions week after week with no interest. He had been owned by a little old lady who died and her family locked her nine cats into the shed. They lived there for several months with the waste a good three inches deep and little or no food before they were finally rescued. Two of them were so sick they had to be put down. Chalube and Kit were doctored up and adopted out to another lady who kept them for a while before she had to leave to go to NYC to take care of a relative and wasn't coming back. They were adopted out again only to be returned to the pound where they were rescued AGAIN. The lady made us promise never to rehome them. Chalube is my winter bed cat. He sometimes comes in during the summer, but mostly during the winter. He's now 12 and he's lost some teeth, but he's in pretty good health.
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