Stupid, dumb, sucky death

Yesterday was a stinky day. This sweet little guy had what looked like a seizure and was dead within a minute. He lived with us for only a year, and in that year he came a long way toward being more social and loving. He came from the home of a single man, who gave him to us because of long work hours and guilt over Buddy being alone so much, to a home with another cat, another person and a big old dog. Over that year, he became more cuddly, threatened to purr several times and bonded with all us, dog included. He went from being the cat hiding under the bed (everyone had to get down on the floor to see him the first time) to the cat most likely to be out with us when company came. Allen couldn't be bothered, but Buddy had to know everything that went on.

He was sweet and comical and will be missed a whole lot.