Harley: Mama, listen up! And take some notes.
Mama: ∗Grabs notebook∗ Ready!
Harley: Tell Sophie her purse is in the garage in the closet under the stairs behind the Christmas decorations in a box marked Donations.
Harley: Tell Dexter he’ll be next in line for Senior Cat in Charge. I doubt he’ll live up to my greatness, but…Actually, no buts. That’s it.
Mama: What are you talking about?
Harley: Tell Olive she’s one cool cat and has my nomination for favorite once I’m gone.
Mama: Gone where?
Harley: And to my pal Woodrow, tell him that 3 plus 3 is 6.
Harley: Yeah, scratch that. Just tell him that math is hard and he’ll get it one day.
Mama: Will he?
Harley: ∗chuckles∗ He won’t.
Harley: And to you and cat dad, thank you for loving me.
Mama: ∗whispering∗ Do you have to go?
Harley: I do, Mama. These old man bones are tired.
Mama: But Harley…
Harley: My next adventure awaits!
Mama: What will I do when you’re gone?
Harley: You’ll think of me and smile. Obviously. Now, give me a headbonk.
Harley: And tell me you love me.
Mama: I love you.
Harley: I love you too, Mama.
My sweet senior boy passed away sometime Monday evening into Tuesday morning. Yes, we were treating him for an infection, but he had been doing okay. He was out and about as usual, was eating again, and had been following me around like he always did. So, we were not expecting his passing. We suspect, and his vet agrees, that his heart simply gave out while he was sleeping. (He had CKD as well as heart disease.) While it was devastating, I am thankful he passed peacefully at home.
This week has been incredibly difficult, and I miss him with all my heart.
Photos of Harley and the Crew
Harley and Dexter
This photo is one of the first times that Harley came downstairs when he was still a foster. He wanted to see the Christmas tree. I’m happy he got to see the tree this year, too.
Dexter’s preferred method of hanging out with Harley – apart.
Harley and Olive
Sniff check. (She passed.)
Troublemakers, watch out!
Harley and Sophie
Sniff check. (She didn’t pass.)
Harley made sure Sophie knew who was in charge.
Harley and Woodrow
If Harley was friends with any of our cats, it was Woodrow. They joined the household within a few months of each other, and they could often be found together.
Let’s be friends, Woodrow.
He said yes.
Harley and the Humans
Ross and Harley, just a few days into foster care.
Selfie with mom.
And one final shot of all our pets – including Angel Eddie who passed in 2020. Not a great photo, but I think the only one of all six together.
This video was from RememberMe Thursday this year, and I thought I’d share it again. It’s Harley’s adoption story.
Thank you for the overwhelming love and support that so many of you have already shown. Your comforting words have helped tremendously this week. And thank you to those who told me they donated to Best Friends in his name (where we fostered and adopted him from).
To close out this longer-than-usual post (thanks for making it this far), I’d like to share the journal spread I made to honor my sweet boy. I haven’t put any words on it yet because I’m still deciding what to say. But it’s a small start in my grieving and healing process. #harleyforever