Buddy was my cat, my sister’s cat, my grandma’s cat, and my parents’ cat. He lived with dogs, he lived with cats, he lived alone. He lived indoors until my parents left the door open to a world of carnivorous possibility. He was a happy cat, he was a grumpy cat, he was an overweight and OK with that cat. He lived as good and as long as a cat can hope. I believe he had a happy life. And now he is dead, having passed peacefully in his sleep, in his little cat bed.
Buddy is dead. Long live Buddy.