Sunday, July 3, 2011

Saying goodbye to Buckley was tough this afternoon. In his pet taxi, I stuck my finger through the gate to pet him once more and say one final goodbye. He walked over and pressed his little head against my finger. I miss him. I keep waiting to hear his little meow at the door or catch him sitting in the window sill.


  1. I was hoping you'd fight to keep him for so many reasons. He was the 3rd Muskateer with you & Yoshi :(

  2. I'm sorry, Cars. I know you loved him very much and he loved you, too. I'm sure he'll carry that with him forever. People think cats have a short memory, but I don't think they really do. Sammy has always adored my uncle Rod, and it never mattered how much time there was between their reunions. She always remembered him instantly.