The Late, Great Buckwheat

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The very first haired animal I ever had the pleasure to love was by beloved Buckwheat. "Buck", Buckus Wheaticus,Buckles,Fluffball,Bupi-doo - she had many nicknames. Because Christy had asthma as a kid, we didn't have any haired animals. Buckwheat was my first real pet that was not a fish or a turtle. The day I got her, I went with Chantel to a co-worker's mothers apartment. She had a himilayan and a persion cat who had gotten preggers and had a litter of little fluffballs. Chan wanted a kitten, and she was visiting from Charlotte when I lived with Harnsberger. We went in looking for one kitten, but they were so sweet and precious, I had to get one too! This was right around the time eddie murphy was parodying Buckwheat from the little rascals on SNL. O TAY! When she was mewing looking up at me I was like - you look like buckweat! And that is how she got named. Buckwheat was the sweetest kitty. Yes, she was fluffy, but when she had her mouth closed, all you could see were her golden eyes. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, but not before we had our "moment" of snuggles before she headed down to sleep against my feet. I had her for 12 glorious years. She had her brother Max (Chan's Kitty) and two other fluffy grey siblings. She got along with most other creatures that came in the house, specifically Oscar (Appleby's wiener dog) and Max (Miller's Boston Terrier). But also Max (Nikki's kitty), Harry (Millie's dog) and then Monet and Viggy. The day Buckwheat died - I found her next to the litter box, she had collapsed. I was devastated. I had just started dating Dennis and left him an inaudible sobbing plea on his voicemail while he was at a company dinner. My friend Pam came to help me, Kent was living with me at this time - they all consoled me. I had never lost an animal that was like family to me. We buried Buck under the dogwood tree in the backyard of 719 Third Avenue. Mandi, Drew, Harlow and Dennis were at the funeral. We sprinkled a whole container of catnip on her before we laid her to rest. I will never forget her - she taught me just how unconditional love can take away a lot of pain. RIP Buckwheat!

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