It all started with a lie. Brady asked Cat if she wanted to go to a cemetery to drink sour beers and listen to Leonard Cohen. Two hours before the date, he texted her... nevermind, would she meet him at a food hall across the street from his apartment? Annoyed and begrudgingly, she went. Shortly after she arrived, she decided to try to leave and text him later. Unfortunately/fortunately, Brady caught her as she was walking away. They sat in a parking lot with covid-era takeaway drinks in Ziploc bags as Brady watched Cat squirm at pigeons creeping toward her. Cat said she needed to leave and ended the date because she was adopting a dog the next day. Brady told her and his friends that it was the weirdest way a girl had ever tried to get out of a date with him. Cat swore it was true, sent a picture of the dog and said he could meet it on a hike as their second date. As Brady watched the dog struggle uphill and continuously refuse to move until Cat carried her at times, he couldn't believe this was the dog she had left him for and adopted. Five and a half years later, Brady cradled the dog up a steep hill while Cat yelled at him to put her down. Cat walked too fast ahead, as usual. Cat complained, as usual. At the end of the hike, when sunset was almost finished, Brady knelt next to the dog. He said that this was where he first met his family, Kit and Cat, and wanted them to be his family for the rest of his life. Cat was morbid, as usual, saying Kit would probably only live another seven or so years. Cat complained, again: "Does this mean you're not going to take me on our first date in the cemetery?" But Cat said yes. Yes, they would marry. Yes, she would love him equal to Leonard Cohen - or at least, as the living man she loved most. Yes, they knew that as surprising and unbelievable as it was five and a half years ago, they were right and loving for each other. Yes, they lucked out with the only good shiba in the world. Yes, they would still go to the cemetery the next day to drink sour beer and listen to Leonard Cohen. Yes, til death do they part.