06/04/2026
Goodbye Chloe.
Beautiful Chloe with her cinnamon fur and gorgeous green eyes was one of my very first clients, and one I will never forget.
I was so sorry to learn recently that she passed away last October. I’ve taken some time to look back through my photo archive and wanted to share a few favourite memories of a very special girl.
When her lovely Mummy rescued her, Chloe had already been overlooked time and time again at the rehoming centre. She was a senior girl even then — overweight, clearly neglected, and with very little known about her past. What was obvious, though, was that life hadn’t been kind to her.
In those early days, she was terribly nervous and shy, choosing to stay hidden upstairs under the spare bed. But she did have one soft spot — food — and it didn’t take too long for us to begin building a little trust.
At the time, I was studying for my Diploma in Animal Healing, and with Kat and Jon’s support, we gently began to help Chloe feel better in herself. With some simple but important changes — improving her diet, removing grains, introducing good quality protein — we quickly saw shifts. Her skin settled, her weight gradually reduced, and the strain on her arthritic joints eased.
She also responded so beautifully to herbal support and Reiki, soaking it all up in the gentlest, most trusting way.
And with that… Chloe began to change.
She grew in confidence, in comfort, and in character. The shy little cat under the bed became a girl who enjoyed her visits — often curled up on my lap, soaking up ear and chin tickles until she was completely content. If not there, she’d be tucked into her beloved donut bed, always with a towel draped over the top, just so.
And oh… she certainly found her voice!
Chloe became quite the sassy puss. Before we introduced her timed feeder, she’d be waiting at the top of the stairs — or on particularly urgent mornings, right by the door — ready to remind me that breakfast was due at 7am sharp. Evenings were no different. Snacks or no snacks… “Don’t be late, Angela.”
She had her ways — a gentle pawing at my leg at mealtimes (a surprisingly effective calf massage), a love of pottering in the garden while keeping a close eye on the neighbourhood, and a talent for relieving me of treats straight from my hand. And, of course, she was exceptionally good at resting her eyes… wherever she happened to be.
When her Mum and Dad moved away, a little piece of my heart went with her. We had spent a great deal of time together in the space of those 2 years and had become very special friends. But she was exactly where she was meant to be — with people who truly understood and loved her.
In time, her vet team believed Chloe was likely much older than first thought, and had probably had kittens earlier in life. Which means she was almost certainly over 20 when she passed… something quite extraordinary, especially for a cat who had such a difficult beginning.
What a life she went on to have. Second chances...
This past year has been a very sad one, with several of my original Tiger and Wolf kitties saying goodbye. Chloe was one of those early, special souls who helped shape what I do today.
Chloe was deeply loved, and I know she will be forever missed. I feel very lucky to have known her, and to have been part of her journey from frightened little soul to confident, sassy lady.
Sleep well, little one. ❤️
