Today was a very sad day. More so for your Mom and Dad than for you I know. We lost our precious Harley. He had been loosing weight, vomiting, and acting lethargic. Daddy took him to the vet in the morning and came home in tears, Harley has intestinal cancer and is basically starving to death. We kept him home and tried to love him up as best as we could. Then at 1:00, we took him in and had him put to sleep. Death is such a hard thing to understand, even for adults. You seemed to understand, you were there when he was put down, and when we buried him. But later when I was crying because I wanted to go check on him and then remembered I couldn't, you asked Why? I asked you "Why do you think, Sweetie?", but you just said, "I don't know."
I know you're too young, and you probably won't remember him when you get older, but he was very special to your Dad and I. We got him as a kitten after we'd only been dating less than 3 months. He was such a lovey, goofy, sweet boy. He was with us for so long, and we really thought we had a lot more time. You called him "The Lover" because of his sweet and loving personality. He seemed very protective of you, and would always rub on your feet during breakfast. Once when you were sick, he slept in your bed most of the time. I'm including a picture of that time, plus a bunch of others, so maybe you'll remember him. I'm glad he's not suffering anymore, but I am going to miss him so much.
