On Thursday, March 17 (St. Patrick's Day), my beautiful, precious cat Buchie died. He used to have a sister named Sundance, so it was Buch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid? Yeah, I have to explain that everytime I tell someone Buchie's name. Anyway. Sundance passed away a few years ago of cancer. It was sad of course, but Buch had always been my favorite. We've had him since I was two. When I would cry, he'd come snuggle with me. When I looked at him from far away, he'd run up to me and rub against my leg. When my mom opened my door to wake me up, he'd run in and walk on/massage my back. It felt so nice, especially when I was sore from dance the day before. He was the best cat.
We've known this was coming for awhile. He got this digestive disease a few months ago. He used to be twenty pounds, then by last Christmas at least he was down to seven. He threw up non-stop. I still loved him.
Because I knew this was coming, I decided to take pictures of him whenever I had my camera nearby and I saw him. I didn't get as many as I would have liked but I did get a few good ones.
Such a handsome kitty. I love you Buchie.