My beloved Angel Cios... 

the 5th of December 2002 has left for the Rainbow Bridge. 

Her days on this Earth...

Some pictures of her

The history of her illness

Her Journey towards the Rainbow Bridge

Her legacy: Rossini  

Cios has been with me from the very first minute of her life, which happened the 5th of November in 1994. I helped her mother, Ketchup, to clean her up and to warm her when she was busy with the second little one. 
When Cios was 5 months old, she tried, true to her being an angel, to fly out of the window of the 6th floor where we were living. She survived, protected by every loving superior being there is. We had a hard month together, she immobilized in a cast, I trying to make her suffering bearable feeding her treats, scratching the parts of her I could reach and cleaning her whenever necessary, talking to her day and night, singing to her and sleeping with my hand supporting her little head so it wouldn't become too chafed by the cast's border.
She came out of that experience more adventurous and lively than before.. her hunger for freedom and movement can be well understand after a month of immobility!
When she became a fully grown beautiful female, after a while of very selective mating (from her side.. she just didn't like any of the male exemplars of her species which lived near us and which we tried to bring to her from outside) she finally appreciated one marvelous red one.. and gifted us with 4 wonderful kitties in March 1997. 
I have had many cats, and grieved for every of them who went to the Rainbow Bridge, but with no cat ever I have had a relationship like I had with Cios. We went through so many things together, she was near me in probably the most difficult years of my life, being always at my side when divorce, sickness, anxiety, panic, financial problems and loneliness sometimes tried to get the better of me. And more than once it was only the thought of her that stopped me from stepping towards darkness on my own feet. 
All those evenings when I came home alone from work, they were not heavy because I knew she was waiting for me.
The nights never were lonely with her little head on my shoulder, and her cool nose in my ears every morning told me that the new day would be worth living, no matter how many stones I would find in the way. No nightmare was able to win against the soft kneading of her paws on my stomach, and even when I was too sick and scared do anything, as soon as she pushed her head against my hands, asking me to get up and try again to live through another day, I suddenly found the force to get dressed and stay out of my bed for a few hours.
She always knew what I needed, giving quiet nearness and warmth in the moments I had no strength for anything else, and overwhelming joy and fun when she perceived the need of distraction and uplifting.
When I worked too much at home, she hopped on my desk and positioned herself in front of the video, making it impossible to go on.
She was my shadow, going everywhere with me, and when I went away for work I mostly took her with me because more than 2 days without each other we both started to get sick. 
The only cat I ever had who arrived promptly when I called her, she also loved to travel and be with people, glorying herself in the attention and admiration she recieved.

In October 2002 she had been diagnosed with cancer, fibrosarcoma. More about her last months here. 

Cios at 5 months.. in front of the window she would try to spread her wings out of some days later 

 7 months old

She liked so much to be admired..