Anyone who has lost a pet knows how hard it is and it doesn’t matter how many pets you lose it is always hard.
Little Guy was my “Little Buddy”. He was 11 years old when the vet told us he had tumors in his belly. They operated to try to remove them and once they opened him up they saw it was no use. One of the tumors was attached to 80% of his liver. The vet gave us 2 weeks – that was 2 weeks before Christmas. In the 3 MONTHS that he lived after that he became one very spoiled kitty! Whenever we ate we’d fix him a bowl so that he could have some too – which he demanded if we ignored him. Where he was afraid of the dogs before he just looked at them and dared them to get near his food. He continued to lose weight and it got to the point where he barely eat was have trouble with his balance and no longer purred and I knew it was time. I took him down to the vet and stayed with him until he was gone and then my husband & I buried him in our back yard.
I miss him so much and still expect to see him sitting on the couch or hear him meowing for his special treats or a bit of food off our plates. Little Buddy I miss you.
Claudia