Goodbye, buddy.

Thursday was a very hard day. For 12 years, my Farley Cat met me at the door when I came home. Every time. Without fail.

That isn't happening anymore.


He was a very good friend to me. The best non-human friend I have ever had. The first thing that was ever fully dependent on me.

I love this guy. And I don't know when I'll stop saying, "Hi buddy?" when I open the back door.

Or when I'll stop listening for his reply.

You were a very, very good friend.