R.I.P. to my 15-year-old orange tabby who was my first very own cat of my own, who has been through a lot with me, who has been with me to see my life change so much from being a young 20-year-old to a now 35-year-old with a wonderful family of my own, who has been with me through my own ups and downs of life.
R-I-P Brad 2/1998 to 5/4/2013
To Bradley, who fought diabetes and won back in 2011.
To Bradley, who touched all of our lives and was my 5-year-old's "best buddy."
To Bradley, who was the sweetest, most affectionate cat I ever had, who knew how to love unconditionally and never missed an opportunity to snuggle, who taught me many things and had a way to let me know everything will always be okay, no matter what.
To Bradley, who I watched sadly grow old, to the point where I could tell he was no longer enjoying life. You stopped moving around, Brad, your eyes looked sad and sunken, you didn't seem to be happy, and it was so hard for you to look at me anymore. I could not bare the thought of seeing you like that.
To Bradley, the one who I cannot stop crying over. To the one who I miss so dearly already. To the one I cannot stop thinking about and missing and looking at your pictures.
To the one I know I will meet again soon.
Bradley, I had to do what was best for you. I didn't want to see you suffer and I know you understand that. I miss you terribly and even though I know you're not here, I still look for you. You will be missed forever so and I look forward to the chance I get to see you again.
I will meet you at the Rainbow Bridge... I love you.