Bye, Bradley

Today we had to say good-bye to Bradley. He's been sick for a couple of years and last night, since he's been unable to go to the bathroom for days and has been vomiting quite a bit, we made the decision that it was time to say good-bye. He got to do his favorite thing all night, which is sleep on top of Dave's chest. (Usually Dave would choo him away every couple of hours since it's a little hard to get a good night's sleep when you've got a wet cat nose nudging you periodically.) Dave has been his primary caregiver since he got sick, giving him his daily meds (nearly a dozen at his worst) and injections and changing his litterbox through my pregnancies. Even though Bradley hated getting his medications, he loved Dave so much, he let him do whatever needed to be done to him.

The picture above is from his final hour doing his second favorite thing, romping in the backyard and eating grass (though there wasn't much romp left in him). We stayed with him and petted him while the injection was given, and Claire was an angel, sitting in her car seat on the floor quietly as we said our good-byes.

Bye, Bradley. Even though you could be a pain sometimes, you were a good cat and a good friend. We'll miss you.