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October 15, 2010 by Tien Chiu

Goodbyes

She’s gone.

Mike and I each spent about an hour petting Sweetheart before we took her to the vet.  They gave her a sedative and a painkiller, I held her in my arms, and she was very calm and relaxed when she passed.

We’re having her individually cremated and will be sprinkling her ashes in a friend’s rose garden – I wanted to sprinkle them somewhere where she was happy (she lived with me at my friend’s house for two years), and where we could come and visit from time to time.

We love her and miss her terribly, but it’s a relief to know that she’s no longer suffering.

And, as a friend said, on the whole hers was a happy cat story, certainly better than she could have expected before she met me.  Born in a semi-feral cat colony, she was one of the smallest kittens, so when the food was put out (by the irresponsible neighbors hosting the cat colony as “pets” without spaying/neutering them), she got pushed away by her bigger brothers and sisters and often went hungry.  After awhile, another neighbor and I noticed that she wasn’t getting her fair share, so we started putting out food on a plate just for her.  The bigger cats soon noticed, and tried to push her away again, so I would stand over her, defending her plate against the other cats, just so she could eat something.

She soon started coming up to me, though she was still quite shy around people, and one afternoon I finally convinced her to let me pet her.  After a few minutes, she jumped into my lap, and to my surprise, she stayed there for the next twenty minutes (until I really, honestly, sorry-I-can’t-stay-longer had to leave).  After that, she came to me often for attention, but I couldn’t take her in because my then-husband objected.

Six months later, I split with my ex-husband, and was preparing to move to San Francisco.  I had planned to take her with me, since she had come to depend on me for food and attention, and her future in the cat colony seemed pretty dim.  Then I realized she was pregnant.  She was such a tiny, thin kitty, and such a young one, that it had never occurred to me that she might be pregnant, but the neighbors she “belonged” to had never had her spayed, so she must have gotten pregnant in her first heat.  So I wound up not only with her, but her two kittens as well, when I moved.  After she finished nursing, I had her spayed, and found good homes for her kittens with a friend (who still loves and cherishes them).

She quickly settled in with me and The Fuzz (my other cat).  She insisted on sleeping not just with, but on me, leaping on me when I got into bed and curling up on my chest for a good chin-scritching before letting me go to sleep.  When I tossed and turned in the night, she would wake up, do a little dance to stay on top of me, then go back to sleep.  It didn’t matter what I did in the night; I always woke up with her curled up warmly on top of me, or snuggled up right next to me.  I didn’t have the heart to keep her indoors when she had lived outdoors all her life, so I found a place to live with very little traffic, where she could go outdoors without getting run over.  As a semi-feral kitty, she was a Mighty Huntress indeed, often bringing back mice and other small game.  I did my best to admire them and her, even when stepping on half a mouse in the bathroom at 3 am.

When I lost my job and my boyfriend, and left for Southeast Asia, I left her and The Fuzz with my brother and his wife, who promised to love and cherish them for the six months I thought I’d be away.  For the first two weeks of my absence, Sweetheart spent every day sitting by the window waiting for my return.  It broke my heart when I realized how deeply I had hurt her by leaving, but there was nothing for it but to keep her there.  I had no job and no permanent place to live.  For a year and a half after I got back, I was unemployed and living with a friend, so there was no way to bring her and The Fuzz back to live with me.

Fortunately, I did eventually get another job, and brought them home to California.  I remember our first night back together – I had wondered whether they would even remember me, after two years, but they made themselves right at home, and Sweetheart leaped onto me the moment I got into bed, and started kneading my chest with her paws, purring and insisting on her nightly adoration before curling up to sleep on me.  We were back together.  I promised her, with all my heart, that I’d never leave her again.  (And I never did.)

Seven more happy years.  She spent her days sunning herself in the garden, exploring the neighborhood (always in a carefully chosen, low-traffic area, since she was unhappy as an indoor-only kitty), or being petted and adored by me and Mike.  She still slept on me at night, but on the rare occasions I was away, she would snuggle up to him instead.  She had the occasional companionable dispute with the Evil Other Cat (the neighbor’s), usually over ownership of the backyard fence.  She had a human, her human, who catered to her, adored her, and who could be pressed out of bed at 5am just to feed her breakfast.  A simple squeak brought her all the attention she wanted.  She had two people wrapped around her furry little paws.

And then, when it was her time, she passed away quickly and almost painlessly.  Up until a week before her passing, she was still walking in the garden, lying in the sun, leaping effortlessly up onto the neighbor’s roof.  And during the short time of her illness, she had two humans working around the clock to make her final hours as comfortable as possible, and let her know how loved she was.  And she left the world painlessly, relaxed, in the arms of her grieving humans.

Surely, heartbreak and all, that’s a good cat story.

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October 13, 2010 by Tien Chiu

Letting go

We got more bad news from the vet yesterday: Sweetheart’s tumor is a carcinoma, which does not respond to chemotherapy.  The vet told me as gently as he could that her life expectancy was a few weeks at best.

Sweetheart seems to have made her own decision, however, as she has stopped eating or drinking, and sleeps most of the time, though she is still lucid and affectionate when awake.  We think it will only be a few more days.  So we’ve made an appointment at the vet for her on Friday, and we hope she’ll be comfortable until then.  That still gives us a day or two to cuddle up to her and let her know we love her, before she leaves us.

I’ve cried so much in the last three days that I feel like I have permanent red eyeliner, but I feel like I’m starting to come out on the other side.  Sweetheart and I spent a long time bonding in a petting session during one of her more wakeful times, which helped a lot: she’s still there and loves me, even though she’s dying, and she knows I love her.  That’s all I can do for her right now, and all she can do for me.

This has all been such a shock: five days ago she seemed healthy, and now she’s at death’s door.  It just underscores how precious the moments are.   I’m glad I spent as much time as I did (as much time as I could) with her when she was healthy.  She was a much-loved, much-petted, and thoroughly adored cat, and she loved me with all her heart.  I wouldn’t change a thing, as heartbroken as I feel.  But it is making me appreciate how fragile life is, once again.

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October 11, 2010 by Tien Chiu

Heartbroken

I’ve sat down to write a blog post several times in the last few days and just haven’t had the heart for it.  My wonderful cat, Sweetheart, who has slept cuddled up to me every night for the last fifteen years, has been diagnosed with inoperable cancer.  The vet gives her 0-3 months to live, and of course we don’t know what the quality of life she’ll have during that time.  The prospect of having to put her to sleep fills me with dread, but we also love her and don’t want her to suffer. We’re meeting with the vet tomorrow, to get more details and discuss our options.  It’s heartbreaking.

The funny thing is that I always expected her to outlive The Fuzz (our other cat).  He’s nineteen and a half, and in frail health due to irritable bowel disease, which almost killed him three years ago.  She’s fifteen and a half, but I’ve always thought of her as a young cat, if only in comparison to the Grand Old Man.  And Sweetheart is my special kitty…she insists on sleeping on me at night (and will cuddle up to Mike only as a last resort, if I’m out of town), gets me up every morning at 5am to feed her, orders me about, and generally insists that I am her one and only human.  She’s been an affectionate, loyal, and wonderful kitty, and nothing and no one can replace her.

I haven’t much else to say, so I’ll leave you with two photos of my beloved cat:

Sweetheart, my faithful kitty
Sweetheart

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September 27, 2008 by Tien Chiu

Patterns in network threading

Since I’ve come down with a cold, which makes lengthy bike rides inadvisable, I’ve been working on the weaving project.  In addition to my Photoshop simulations, I’ve wound five 12-yard bouts on my sectional beam using my new-to-me AVL Warping Wheel.  Thank all the myriad gods, it is going on flat, smooth, and with near-perfect tension.  At least, it appears to be.  We’ll find out (she said grimly) when I start weaving.

I have also been working a bit more on potential patterns in Fiberworks PCW.  At some point I may do a more systematic exploration, but I’ve been feeling a bit fuzzy-headed today (that cold is really annoying), so here’s what I’ve done so far:

Some patterns from playing with network drafting
Some patterns from playing with network drafting

I like the very fluid look in the bottom left, but am also attracted to the strong geometrics in the top right.  What’s a girl to do?  (Why, try out MORE patterns!)

More seriously, at this point all I have to figure out is the threading.  Obviously the threading is not completely independent of treadling and tie-up (at least if you want a specific effect), but once I set the scale and pattern of the threading to something that pleases me, I can get very different-looking shawls depending on how I do the tie-up and treadling.  As Bonnie says, threading and treadling determine the scale and shape of the patterns, the tie-up “colors it in”.

Speaking of which, Bonnie was kind enough to tell me what was wrong with my previous tie-up.  The 24-shaft twill tie-up needs to “parse” into 4-end twills – so, 1/3, 2/2, 3/1, 1/1/1/1, etc. all added together.  What you can’t have is something like a 3/3 or something similar.  As soon as I changed the tie-up, the long floats went away.  Magic!  I’ll remember that for the future.

Finally, may I present this stunning photo that chance offered me today?  I call it, “Cat on priceless handwoven shawl”.  🙂

Cat on priceless handwoven shawl
Sweetheart, behaving like a cat. 🙂

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