In loving memory of Bobby
29/01/2010Bobby died yesterday, 28th January 2010. He’s a family cat of ours. I believe he died at the age of 12 years and that’s young. Bobby, what a whacky name. I don’t remember who gave that name.
1 down and 5 more cats to go!
Jokes aside, actually I have nothing much to say other than I do feel rather gloomy.
A series of photos will surely lengthen this post.
As a kitten
Feeding on some scrumptious yummy cat food
Awkward pose whilst sleeping.
He's with Kitty, the larger cat.
All grown up.
The following pictures were taken on 26th January 2010. It was the day the symptoms shows that he was going soon..
Yes, it’s a horrible sight indeed. He was just lying there, his eyes were empty, staring into the space. There was no reaction even though I was waving my hand frantically in front of him. At least his ears was twitching when I made some noises. He was also breathing erratically, it was as if he was short of breath, somewhat exhibiting shallow breathing. And as you can see, his tongue was sticking out. Time to time, he would miss a breath and that really made my heart stop, I kept think that it was time for him to go already.
We sent him to the vet on 26th January 2010. Doctor called yesterday to tell us that he’s gone.
Well.. yeah.
I’m sure he had a lovely 12 years in this house with abundant food. On Tuesday, I padded him and ask for forgiveness for any miserable I have ever caused in his life.
Yes that’s me and the cat! God knows how old I was.
In any case, death is inevitable. Everything ends eventually. The question is when?
