Thank you for your kind comments and emails. Buddy was a very special kitty, much loved, happy, spoiled, and he had a great life. He had the choice of a comfy bed or the dining room table, or, when he was younger, the top of the fridge or a bookcase. He got what he wanted. He knew Mommy always kept cooked chicken breast for him. If Buddy did not like what was put in the bowl, he'd come over to me, nudge me, kiss me, paw me, and stare straight at the fridge ... his power over me was strong. He knew he could stare me down, and get that chicken out of the fridge.
A week ago Saturday night, I made chicken for dinner, and Buddy made sure that he had some, too. It was the last time I saw Buddy roll over, give me that look, and get some chicken in return. Something happened that night that changed everything. Three days later he went to Heaven.
After I came home from the vet, I was in tears. Sienna saw the empty carrier and ran upstairs. Edison went over to the last place where Buddy had been before I put him in the carrier, and howled. He ran upstairs and scratched on the glass door of the fireplace, and stared at the door, thinking Buddy was there.
I sat on the couch, and Edison jumped up next to me, and put his paw on my leg, comforting me. He and Sienna are very close, but when she jumped up next to him, to get closer to me, he hissed at her, and pushed her away. I think he said: "I am the man, and I will take care of Mommy."
Sienna, who has a mind of her own, and does not put up with any nonsense -- she was the only one who was Ella's match. Ella would sit and wait for the boys to pass her, and then swat at them. She intimidated the boys, and I would have to stand between them to allow the boys to pass. Sienna never puts up with such bad behavior, so after Edison pushed her away, she came right back, walked over Edison, and crawled into my lap, and started purring.
I am half way to the vet bill from hell.