I wasn't going to tell you that Buddy the Cat died yesterday, but then I realized that I'd expect you to tell me if you were going through the loss of someone I knew from your blogs.

Yesterday he couldn't walk and refused to eat anything at all, so Mr. Troutbend took him to the vet (in Las Vegas) and they said it was time. I was glad they didn't do hundreds of dollars worth of tests and then say they couldn't do anything to help him.



I think Buddy's quality of life was good up until the last few days - he was generally his usual self, although these bouts of not eating had caused him to waste down to skin and bones. I'd noticed that he had started exploring dark places around the house like they do when they are looking for a place to die.

We'll never find another cat like Buddy, but we'll get more cats and they will surprise us with their own specialness.