Buddy Bob, aka Old Man, was my foster these past few months. Despite Cushings, diabetes, gallbladder disease, lover issues, eye issues, ear issues, general grumpy old man sydrome, and snoring like a trucker after a 12-pack, he was a silly, sassy, sometimes even snuggly floof that wanted to spend his last days getting spoiled and snoozing under my desk during work and beside my bed at night. His last day was spent being the highlight of a zoom meeting and getting snuggles, and went peacefully to sleep and just happened to not wake up. I’ll miss ya, old man.