The day we very much dreaded came yesterday - Tuesday, November 6th. We made the difficult decision to let our sweet boy pass on. His breathing had become labored and needed oxygen. We learned that he was in congestive heart failure with fluid accumulating in his lungs.
Once we were a family of (5) cats, all but one acquired as kittens. Now we have none (for me, a first in 36 years.)
How lucky we were to have a cat that made letting him go so hard.
Buddy came into our lives in September of 2002, adopted from a shelter in Rhode Island. He was about 3 months old and joined our household with (3) other cats at the time. He spent the first 6 years of his life as an indoor/outdoor cat but, when we moved to a new home in 2008, all of our cats became indoor only.
Buddy was alway a bit insecure and never fond of strangers. As he got older, he became more of a lap cat than ever and a silent reading companion I could always count on. After losing one cat in 2/2017 and another in 10/2017, he became the only cat left and very needy, always wanting to be near us and protesting a bit when we went out, he learned to make us feel guilty. He counted on me to share my cheerios & milk and oatmeal with him. He was a cat that always looked at me with such loving, soulful eyes, summoning me to bed around the same time each night. A cat who left a huge void in now my aching heart. Buddy, you were loved and will not be forgotten. Thank you for 16.5 years of happiness.
Run free my special boy.
