Buster is our black and white cat and he is sadly very ill. The vet has told us there is nothing they can do and as he is quite elderly we have made the difficult decision to have him put to sleep.
We got Buster almost 15 years ago - he was the naughtiest kitten in the world. Six months later my Dad died and I needed something to love and Buster was there. Naughty, but there. I had numerous miscarriages and needed something to cuddle and Buster was there. Naughty, but there. He trounced our Siamese on a regular basis and fell in love with our Dalmatian - a love affair which continues to this day. He played with the rabbit and ignored the rats. He was fat and fluffy and chewed my knitting needles every given opportunity. He sat his smelly little cat bum on my text books and clawed my bum most nights to wake me up because he was hungry at 3.00am.
Although I am sad - I know this is the right thing to do and am focusing on the postives of him being such a big part of my life.