Goodbye sweet Chippie

Monday morning, I made the hardest decision in my life...I put my cat down.
He was struggling for breath at the end of a battle with an autoimmune disease, I couldn't let him continue to fight so hard.
He was so strong until this disease robbed him of his spunkiness!
I don't even know if that's a damn word, nor do I care.
I didn't know it would be this hard, to loose a cat.  I miss him at every turn.  Getting out of bed is the hardest because that was our secret moment, a moment I always wished someone could record in some archive for me even before he was gone.  It's almost like that moment spent with a newborn baby in the middle of the night.  It was our secret moments where he would greet me, we would love on each other and then go downstairs together.  If he weren't on my shoulders, he would be running alongside me at my feet to wherever my destination was.  He was always hopeful it was the couch where we could continue our love fest a little longer before starting my day.
I love you baby kitty.