I'm finding typing this really hard as I'm looking at my laptop through tears. Dad called me this afternoon with some sad news. He was calling to say that Buster died this afternoon.
This was a total shock. I last saw Buster at the end of August and he was absolutely fine - eating, purring, sitting on my lap and generally just being himself. I always asked how he was whenever I spoke to Dad and the answer was always the same - he's fine.
But last night Buster was very ill and this morning he was even worse so Dad took him to the vet. The vet thinks that Buster has had bowel cancer for some time and last night something just went wrong. Because of his age - he was fourteen - the vet didn't think surgery and treatment would help him so Dad asked the vet to put Buster to sleep.
We'd had Buster since he was two. We got him from the Blue Cross and I fell in love with him the minute I saw him there. When I left home earlier this year I was distraught about leaving him and I've been missing him terribly. Chris doesn't like cats, you see, so Buster stayed with Dad. Although Buster was ill I'm pretty sure he wasn't suffering because as I say he was eating and everything and being his normal self.
I'm going to have to stop typing now. My laptop is getting very wet and I need to go and get a tissue and some paracetemol - I have a crying headache.
I just wanted to write a goodbye post for my Buster and to tell him thank you for being our cat. Love you, miss you and sleep well, FurryPurry. ~X~