Bud, the Cat. He was a good boy.

It’s been a tough couple of weeks for the hubby and I. My heart aches as I write this. We had to put our cat, Bud, down. Bud was a good boy and a very affectionate cat. He was 15 years old and his kidneys failed. Up until about six weeks earlier he was in pretty good health.

The hubby and I have been married for 29 years and for 27 of those years we were cat parents. The house feels quiet and empty. My husband is known as the ‘Cat Whisperer’ and of the four cats we’ve had through the years they all favored Rick, except for Bud, he favored me which makes me both happy and sad at the same time. Bud would watch me write, or, shall I say, weasel his way in between me and the keyboard so I couldn’t write and would have to pet him until he deemed it was enough. He had me trained. Rest in peace, Bud, you will forever be loved and missed.