Buddy adopted me from the Humane Society when he was about 5 months old. He jumped in my lap and down into the carrier and looked up at me like "ok mom, let's go!!", and that was that!! Many "non-cat-people" were converted by his sweet temperament and his charm. There were so many special things about my wild, crazy, goofy, adorable, sweet Bud-Bud...I used to joke that Dr. Buddy would take care of me when I was sick, but it was true. I have panic and anxiety attacks, and if one hit during the night I didn't have to move or say or do anything...he would come from another room, jump on the bed, and curl up next to me and stay there until it stopped. I had a particularly severe panic attack one time, and he actually stuck his nose in my nostril to make sure I was breathing :) |
A few months ago I started to notice age catching up with him; that he wasn't as active and losing weight. That "mommy gut" kicked in, and I took him to the vet. Diabetes, pancreatitis, and eating some occasional bad food couldn't stop him...but even he couldn't fight the huge abdominal mass, severe dehydration, kidney stones and blood glucose of 600. He just looked so tired. It just wasn't fair to him to make him fight anymore, and he earned his angel wings at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday, September 6th, 2014. I miss him so desperately, but I know that somewhere on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge he is happy, healthy, whole, and having tons of fun with Daisy, Corky, Samantha, Patches, Maynard, Beast, Boots, Rooster, Fluffy, and his new angel buddy Joey. RIP baby boy, I look forward to seeing you again someday. Love, Mommy.