I just got back inside from burying him. I put him in the yard near the deck so I'll always know where he is and I can visit him.
He was my best friend and the best cat you could ever ask for. Not a mean bone in his entire body. He never bit, scratched or growled. He was a cuddle bug right up until yesterday when he came and kneaded on me before bed last night.
We got him back in 2012 from a petsmart. Originally we planned on getting another cat but Wolfie won us over, he just looked so cute in his cage lying on his back. I remember the other cat jumping on him.
He loved butter and anything diary and would always pester me when I was having milk or cheese. Just 2 weeks ago he jumped up on the counter and took shredded cheese out of a bag.
He always had health problems. When he was young we had to have his teeth pulled due to infection. And his stomach had always bothered him. I wonder if that played a role in his death.
I was with him at the end giving him pets as I watched him take his final breaths.
I love you my little peanut head and hope to see you again someplace better when I pass on to.
I've long adored the pictures you've posted and even the mentions of him in many of your comments. Your relationship with Wolfie/Mr. Softie has reminded me of my own relationship with my best friend in this world, and I always appreciated when you'd share little bits about it with us. So thank you for that, and thanks to Mr. Softie wherever he is. I'm so sorry he's gone and I'm sorry for how painful that is and will be. Take care of yourself, comrade.