My happiness was short lived.
Just got a call. Buddy has feline leukemia. They ran the tests, then put him under anesthesia to neuter him. (Why they didn't wait for test results, I have no idea.) Anyhow, they called and said that they know I always want to be w/a cat when it's put to sleep but Buddy was already out and to let him wake up, then euthanize him just wouldn't be right. So I had to let him go. My friend is bringing him to me tomorrow and he'll bury him in my back yard next to Peeka and Puddy. My heart is in my throat. I feel like this is all a terrible nightmare.