Buddy

I guess I've neglected to post lots of pictures of Spencer, so now I'm going to have to quickly make up for that. You see, we've known for awhile that Spencer, who is roughly around 13, was not quite well. And when you take a pet to the vet, and they can't quite pinpoint what's wrong, you get the feeling that maybe you don't really want to know.

So after several months of trying to change food, and giving him medicine that didn't help, or whatever other suggestions our vet could make, my husband decided to take him to the specialist, who confirmed our suspiscions.

Spencer, aka Buddy, aka Mr. Mushyface, aka handsome guy, has a intestinal tumor, and doesn't have much longer to live.

So, we get to spend the next couple of weeks saying good-bye, until he starts to get really sick.

I'm glad we get a little time to say good-bye, but its kind of hard too.

You see Spence is the sweetest cat in the world, and if you knew him, you'd be kind of sad too.

He's a nudger, and a licker, and sometimes a talker. He cries everytime my husband takes the dog out for a walk, like he's afraid they are leaving him behind.

He drinks water from people's glass or from the faucet, but not from his own bowls.

He wakes us up in the morning to give him food, even though he usually has food(he just wants the company).

He killed 6 mice in the summer of the great mouse adventure back in the house in Lansing, NY. Also in that house, he would stalk deer on our front lawn from his perch in the front window. He also stalks bugs, and rabbits

He is not a wool loving cat, or a catknip loving cat. He is kind of straight-edge that way

He let the dog lick his ears, but every now and than he would get his dander up, and chase the dog around the house, just to make sure she knew who is boss.

He is a special guy, and we will miss him when the time comes.