It wasn't until we were sitting on the floor of the vet's exam room with him that I realized that Buddy was one of the first things that T gave to me. He gave me the cat in the summer of 1998... and he was one of the kittens that T's brother's cat had here in Georgia. T drove him down to Florida where I was living at the time. During that trip the kitty sat up on her shoulder... so she called him 'Buddy for the duration of the trip. She said that I could change the name once I got there... but I never could think of anything more suitable - even though I thought that the name was very 'country'... lol. He was a Georgia cat afterall!
It just seemed a little ironic that Buddy got ill shortly after our wedding. It seemed that he was destined to be our pre-wedding kitty. He was certainly a unique cat... or catdog as we often referred to him. He hung mostly with the dogs and acted much as one.
He sure will be missed.