I can't bring myself to write out all the details. I was in NY to visit family and attend the retirement party of an old friend. My sister Marj, who my cats and I live with, called to say she thought Buddy was dying. He had been diabetic for about a year and a half; we were working hard with his vet to get his insulin right, but we just couldn't get the magic number. Apparently, there has been something else impacting his health that we had never discovered. He had one attack of pancreatitis in the summer, so it's possible he had another. Something dropped his blood glucose level extremely low, caused him to start having seizures and eventually caused me to have to make the decision to let him go ahead to Rainbow Bridge.
I'm so glad this wonderful cat entered my life when he was three years old to become Finnegan's brofur and friend. Buddy was so very special! He wasn't a huge lover like Finny; he liked who he liked - and the rest of the world had better be careful. He might let you pet him, but on very specific terms. In the time since Finny died he had become more affectionate, snuggling with me as often as he could and for much longer periods of time than he used to.
I'll miss his paw on my nose to wake me in the morning, his loud mrow-mrowing at night as he played with his very special strip of fleecy fabric, his soft purring that became snoring, racing me down the hallway to the bathroom to drink from the faucet, giving him his insulin shots twice a day - of course followed by a little squirt of whipped cream! Most of all, I will miss the sweet, loving, snuggly orange boy who shared our lives for the last twelve years.
Fly free, my Best Bud. You'll always be my Sunshine, my only Sunshine.