This morning I had to say goodbye to my sweet cat, Zak. He was rescued at nine months and was just shy of his eighth birthday. Zak had a lot of very serious medical issues during his time with me, but I was there with him through every surgery, shot, checkup, blood draw, and medication. It's still a bit of a shock, how sudden his health took a turn, and I wish this hadn't been the only way to end his pain, but sometimes animals just reach a limit.
I'll miss him a lot. We found one another when we both needed someone. He loved eating (and begging for more), sunbathing, his carrot and fishy toys, and had more nicknames than I knew what to do with. Mornings without Zak and his happy booty dance (don't ask) will never feel quite right, but he left me with a lot of beautiful memories.
I hope he knew how much I love him. And I hope he's living life to the fullest on the other side of the rainbow bridge.