Our lovely cat Chelsea died today. She was 17.
Chelsea was always everyone's favorite our of three cats (we lost our dear Emma in June of this year; Sophia is still with us). She was so sweet, and she treated everyone she met as a potential new friend. Whenever anyone met Chelsea, they would always say, "What a pretty cat!" Her personality matched the beauty on the outside.
She was never cross, and she was affectionate beyond words. Put out your hand, and she was there, ready for a pet and maybe a little "thank you" meow.
Her favorite way to show us that affection was what we called "the head butt." She would look us in the eye, then lower her head and power it into your forehead. Sometimes she would do it rather forcefully! But always with so much genuine feeling. And she purred ALL the time. It's hard to remember a moment in her life when she wasn't purring, even when she slept.
Chelsea also acted as Mary's alarm clock: her nose to Mary's nose, every morning.
So many wonderful memories ... Chelsea will be with us forever.
We love you, our beautiful Chelsea.