from the very bottom of my heavy heart i thank you for your loving comments & emails. they are helping to heal me. i only wish everyone was as lucky as i to receive such an outpouring of CARE.
from the very kind dr. leslie at highland park animal hospital, to the sweet & funny dr. and his assistant who cared for me at urgent care, to the lovely dr. gregorian (not my regular dr.) i saw today for a follow-up thumb check. wow. these are people who went above and beyond. dr. gregorian who rescues dogs and is an animal lover literally erased my fear of buck’s last moments of life. she took my (good) hand, moved in close, looked me in the eye, and explained exactly what happens to an animal during such trauma. she was so tender and dear. i will book all future appointments with her!
and i’ll never forget all of you good people who have rallied around me right here. the loving support from my neighbors, family, friends, and this awesome blog community.
thank you for letting me babble about buck and show more photos. it’s what i need to do right now.
he preferred to have me personally open the door rather then enter through the cat door.
he hated every cat that ever had the displeasure of living with him. he was a very jealous boy. wyatt is the only one who forced buck to love him. they were best friends. buck would even let wyatt lick him. lick him!
also, wyatt was the only cat ever to defy buck moss!
i could almost never get a picture of him outside because he would dash over and nose the camera out of the way.
must be pet. must be pet now. pick me up!
he would jump up on the desk over and over and over. the most demanding cat i’d ever had!
the second i got home he would come inside, or wake up and follow me everywhere.
in the morning he would sit staring at me. willing me to wake up. usually batting my face with his paws.
i am a love machine! and you are the object of my affection!
one march 9 years ago buck moss went missing for 40 days. i put up signs all over echo park. every freeway exit/entrance. i finally gave up. he was gone. then one day i pulled into the drive and the neighbors greeted me with the news that buck had fallen down their flue. straight down the chimney and into their fireplace! the vets couldn’t believe he was still alive. not just alive, but aside from losing half his body weight, in not too shabby shape.
oh there was lots and lots of love and rejoicing that may. i kept him in for a couple of weeks, but buck was an explorer. he could not be contained indoors. he was nuetered but lived like a tomcat. a gentleman tom of course!
brawling and carousing with the best of them.
always the victor.
he would literally chase dogs out of the moss cottage property. once he launched a full frontal attack on a wandering BIG dog before i could stop him. got him good too! the dog ran off crying.
fearless to the very end.
i constantly told him he was the king of the cats, the most important one, the one i loved the most.
when my sister would visit she would say, “don’t say that!”
but i couldn’t help it.
i just couldn’t help it.