Buddy is my 20 year old cat and as cats go, he's been a real source of comfort throughout these past 20 years.
Whenever I was sad he somehow knew it and would lay beside me as I let the tears flow. His purr was a soothing sound to my ears. His little tuxedo fur coat and beautiful green eyes always welcomed me home; along with his demanding "MEOWWW," that's cat lingo for glad your home now feed me!
So I've had a good twenty years of memories but today is extremely hard as I watch him slowly dying. His meow is raspy and anxious, not demanding but confused sounding. He mostly lays in the laundry room but today he has meandered to the kitchen. I assume to be closer to the sound of my voice. I've stopped to pet him and rub his little skeleton of a body; he still responds with a slight purr.
His appointment is at 4:40 today. I'll say goodbye, I'll miss you, and may your suffering not be in vain. I needed you here for just a little longer. Thank you for what you did for me.
