I used to have 5 chins of my own, my first one was called "Lousy" but she always was my favorite one, she had learnt to open the closets and could spend hours there before you were able to find her. Once she was playing in the kitchen while I was cooking, and I lost her sight, I called her for minutes but I couldn't find her, I searched everywhere, finally, since I had lost my hope of finding her in the kitchen I opened the refrigerator, and there she was, all still and quiet between the lettuce and the yogurt, she had slipped in there when I opened the door to grab something, I didn't notice it and closed the door. Lucky her she had all that beautiful fur.
She lived happily ever after for about 5 years, but in 1998 she got very sick, she refused to eat or drink anything. I took her to the vet and he gave her antibiotics and vitamins but that didn't work. I lost her and I'm still very very sad for her, but I have hundred of beautiful memories and her picture is still on my night table.