I got a phone call from an elderly gentleman yesterday about Buddy. He said he had a cat that looked just like my Buddy and his name turned out to be buddy. He had diabetes and Hal had to give him insulin shots twice a day. He lived to the ripe old age of 18. I called the vet and because his buddy died so many years ago, they only keep their files for 7 years. I'm going to see if he has any personal references. If so, I'll call them while I'm at his house. If it works out, I won't have to bring him back.

I'm certainly not gettting my hopes up. But I'll be taking Buddy to Hal's home tomorrow at noon.


AGAIN, keep your paws and fingers crossed.