Brock my Broccoli

Yes, the darkness went on.

Brock chewed his back foot so badly. No medicine worked the vet said no operation due to the sugar diabetes he had.
I cleaned 2x daily. Until he hated me and would run when he saw me. The foot would drip blood.
Yet he would still come and sit on my lap when the medicine was out of reach and put both front paws on my chest and just stare into my eyes.
I know he loved me, no cat has ever done that.

It got to the stage where every pet owner knows, it is kind to make the call.
I was the coward and said to Dave pls take him to the vet for the forever night night.
I did not want to know when the day would be. So every morning and night said goodbye and loved him.

I got home one day early, just to find Dave walking in to the house VERY upset with a empty cat basket. No words just crying from both of us.

It is hard, I miss my boy.