Goodbye Brady

I hate this…

Brady lost the battle. It was not the kidney disease that got him, it was the arthritis. He got to the point where he could barely walk and was in constant pain. No one wants to say goodbye, no one wants to watch a beloved pet suffer. I agonized over the decision. Went to the vet twice, discussing it. And he would just get more stressed and then crash for days after. I could not do that to him anymore. He deserved better. When I let him go he was snuggled in my arms with tears rolling down my face. Telling him he was loved and what an amazing boy he was. And that he would be loved and missed every day.

It has been 10 long days since I said Goodbye to Brady. I knew the day was coming, had known for a long time. But it still was horrible, still hurt, still does. I think about him all the time. I look for him when I walk in the door. Reach to pet him when I am watching TV. But he is gone. My other cats look for him, they call to him. They mourn and miss him too. People think animals don’t feel it but they do. They are more clingy and constantly have to be laying on me or follow me from room to room. They always do that but not this bad. Allie is really bothered by it, she shows it more than Simon. She is alot more bitey towards everyone. Chirps for him. Just sucks all around.

Eventually the hurt will not be so bad. But I am always going to miss him, always look for him. And I hope that he is with his other brothers and sisters that have passed before him. And they will all be waiting for me.

Love you Brady….