I meant to write a blog post on globular star clusters this week, but unfortunately my closest companion kitty of 8 years, Bobo, passed away.
So I am very depressed. I will try to get that other blog post out in the next week or so. Right now, I just wanted to talk about this special little kitty who is undoubtedly the sweetest I have ever seen.
Bobo was a rescue, a precious black cat who was abandoned along the Tennessee River near Huntsville, AL. I was living there back in 2013, briefly, and a friend (Anna) bought him over to my house and left him with me.
At first, I resisted. I already had a cat (my female cat Sango). But I started feeding him (at this point he was mostly hiding under the couch, poor guy was probably scared and confused) and he just started opening up to me and sitting by my feet while I watched sci-fi or whatever.
From then on, Bobo has been my constant companion, snuggling up to me at night, following me around, asking for food… Bobo loved good food (especially salmon) and I made sure to buy him only the best cat food with real chicken or fish ingredients. His last couple of weeks were spent dining in luxury, even on fresh salmon which I cut up for him in bits. He also loved turkey, and begged for more every time I had a turkey sandwich.
Bobo was at least 2 years old or older when I got him, so he was probably at least 10 years old now, perhaps as much as 11 or 12. Indoor cats usually last an average of 10-15 years. But feline oral squamous cell carcinoma is no respecter of age or anything. He first developed a little spot on his lip back in May. I took him to the vet and found out the bad news. There are no real successful treatments for this, best you can do is delay it and keep the cat comfortable. I was given some very good medicine by the vet, and I gave him daily, helped take the pain away and keep him going while he was alive.
I will always miss Bobo. He showed me the most affection out of any pet I’ve ever had. He always came to me when I called his name (How many cats do you know that do that?). He never bullied any other cat. He was very well behaved.
Bobo, you seemed like you were in such pain when you stopped eating this past Saturday. I tried to give you the best salmon I could find but you wouldn’t eat, even on Monday morning, when you hadn’t eaten for two days. I knew it was time to take the only option available and have you put to sleep. I hope you will understand and I hope you are resting well now.
Bobo didn’t cry or anything when I had him in the Vet’s office, in the minutes before he was given the injection. He only looked up at me as if to say “Daddy, I’m glad you’re here”. I didn’t know if I would have the strength to go in with him while he was euthanized… I was crying really bad and I didn’t want to see my good friend and companion put to sleep. But I’m glad I did, and that I was there for him in his final moments. I gasped, as my chest was hurting, and I cried uncontrollably when it was done. Yet he just relaxed and laid his little head back in my hand, and then drifted off to sleep.
Bobo, I love you. I hope you are in kitty heaven and are very happy, eating all the salmon and turkey and Rock Cornish hen that you can.
I’ll be back in a week or two. Peace and best wishes.