Of course, he didn't reserve his destructive side for just critters. He cost us more than a few $$$ shredding things he shouldn't have. You know, like wiring harnesses, traps, siphon tubes, and even hydraulic hoses. I will never forget some famous last words from Boyd when I mentioned that a squirrel was in the tractor and I was afraid of Buddy damaging something. Boyd said, "Tractors are built stronger than vehicles, it will be fine." Yeah, NOT!
You can see in this photo how he is looking back to make sure I am coming as he is putting his goats away for the night.
Another side story. At the vet's office, I sat down on the floor next to Buddy and did my best to pet and comfort him while he was being examined. A black cat entered the room and came to my side to get some attention. I didn't think anything of it until the vet looked at me so surprised. He then explained how that cat just simply doesn't approach people, yet here it was seeking out my attention. A few minutes later when the vet was out of the room, the cat returned and sat on my lap. Even more surprising! I called him the death cat. You have probably heard of cats at nursing homes that sit on the beds or hang out in the rooms of the residents who are next to pass on. I think this cat was doing just that, letting Buddy know it was okay and that it was his time to go. He was also trying to let me know it was time to say good-bye. Honestly, it was one of those tender mercies.