Yesterday, on Valentine’s Day, I had to say goodbye to my little Dave. This was the hardest decision I have ever had to make, but I feel some peace knowing he is no longer in pain.
I adopted Dave when he was 12, after he had been a stray, then in the shelter, with another family, then back in the shelter. When I met him in the shelter I just knew I had to take this grumpy old man home.
Dave and I had six years together, it will never feel like long enough, but I am forever grateful for the time we had. He has been with me through so many life changes, apartments, relationships, new jobs, parties, the list goes on. He was truly a one of a kind cat. I feel lucky that I was able to give him such a happy life.
He loved his toys, he’d walk around the house carrying them to whichever room you were in. He loved laying on the couch next to you while you watched tv, if anyone was cooking he’d be in there almost tripping you. He would get so into head scratches that he’d almost fall over, and he slept by my side every night.
My heart is hurting, but I am so happy to have been able to love Dave.❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️
