Goodbye, G.

Well, on Saturday I had to say goodbye to my Best Cat, Gulliver.  He was 17, and he had been living with me for 15 of those years. I rescued him from the horse farm because the other barn cats were constantly picking on him and he kept getting injured, so I figured it was easier for him to come live with me and his brother, my heart-cat Oliver, than to keep making trips to the vet. He was a good friend and companion, so even though his age had finally caught up with him, it was difficult to make the decision to send him on to the Heaven Side. I know he's able to run and jump and climb again, and chase mice, and take long naps in the sun. I hope to see you again, G!