buckley

I said I was going to write the cat post, but I find I don’t have it in me to rehash the entire ordeal. Putting Buck to sleep was the most gut wrenching, heart-achingly painful thing I think I have ever done (and I think I can speak for Darren here and say he feels about the same).

Buck was a weird, sweet little cat. He was a finicky little princess who protested if his litter box wasn’t clean enough or his food wasn’t fresh enough. But he was always good for a head bonk. He loved being scratched on the neck and sleeping on laps. I still find myself glancing toward his perches, expecting him to be there.

We’re going to stick with being a two-pet household for a while. I know it’s a silly thing to say, but our little orange buddy will live on in our memories.