Unfortunately, today was the last full day my family has with our beloved 15-year-old cat, Chancey. He was meant to be put down as a kitten, but my nanny wanted to give this small cat a chance, so she didnt put him down. He then lived a long life with my family, my father inherited him when my nanny passed. My nanny named him "Chancey" because "God gave him another chance". Personslly, I do not believe in God, but I love the name for him. I grew up with this cat and hated him for most of my life. I was young, and didnt understand that he disliked fast movements and loud things- both of which were common with me. However, around last year, Chancey and I became very close. Our bond grew faster then any other animal I've met. As the years until today approached, Chancey was getting worse. He became blind with age, he got lost around the house and let out these meows that made it sound like he was in pain, and developed arthritis and diabetes (I dont know if he recently developed diabetes, but we just recently found out about). This cat is the only thing my father has left of nanny, and I am so incredibly proud of him for letting Chancey go. My dad said, instead of being sad we should celebrate Chancey's life, and I will go by that advice for the rest of my life. Chancey may pass physically, but will be in my heart forever. I love you, Chancey-boy, rest soundly my sweet baby.
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