After visiting grandchildren in Oregon we arrived home
late Saturday evening. Mr. Buttercup was
no where to be found.
The next morning after talking to our neighbor girl
that was watching the animals she said she
hadn't seen Mr. Buttercup for a couple
days. We walked the neighborhood and
talked to people and no one had seen her.
My Manly Man said she'd found someone with better
cat food than we had. But, I knew if she could come home she
would. This morning Jim called me and said Mr.
Buttercup was in the garage. I hurried down and found him
very hurt. I scooped him up in a towel , grabbed my purse and
headed for the vet.
As he lay on the vets table I scratched his favorite spots and
said comforting things in his ear. He calmed
down and started purring so loud that they couldn't
even here his heart. I knew he was just happy to be together.
Who knows what he endured at the hands of an animal and how long til he felt well enough to drag himself home.
The vet called us a few hours later and told us alot of bad news and we asked them to put him out of his misery.
Jim picked him up and we buried him in the garden this afternoon.
Mr. Buttercup was given to me after Becky
died and I'd come home after taking
care of Becky's children. I was so depressed and Mr. Buttercup was
such a comfort to me.
I'm so thank-ful he made it home so I could comfort him
and say good-by.
Thank-you Buttercup, you'll be missed.