I'm more or less like 'Meroyan' right now...
This evening, as I step out of the hospital building, all I can see were dark clouds. Tears started to run down my cheeks as I turned my car key in the ignition.. I fought my tears for hours; that was since I receive the text message from Umie confirming that Bobo is dead. It's really hard to believe because she was perfectly healthy two days ago.. We saw a dead mouse near her box yesterday morning and assumed she played with it.
She must've bitten it and got infected or even poisoned. She vomitted all day. Before I went climbing that Tuesday night, I saw yellowish fluid drooling from the corner of her lips and wiped it with a tissue. Asked her whether she's ok or not (though I know she won't answer, of course). She didn't respond to the toy that I rolled towards her. Before I leave, I patted her back and said my goodbye.
I have generationssssss of cats before Bobo, especially during primary school. But since Uni, I don't get to take care much of our cats. They don't even recognize me when I'm at home for holiday. Instead of stroking their body against my feet, they would just stare at me as if saying "Hey you, new girl! What's up?"
So it's really different with Bobo. After all these years, my longing to take care of my own cat finally meet its end. Well, I actually lure her mom to becoming my cat by providing food hehe But then her mom got pregnant and she delivered under my bed.
I didn't even notice that she, Bobo's mom, was under my bed the night she delivered. I was awakened by the mewing sound at around 3am. And I fought the urge to take a look and waited until morning. Then, when I pull up my mattress, I saw two tiny furry kittens curled up like two tiny balls.. Idham named them Tutu and Bobo. Tutu died from an eye infection..
When Bobo was already strong enough to walk about and started to pee and poop, my brother and I shopped for things to make them a comfortable home at this one corner in our house. Idham cut a box for them to rest and play inside... It was so perfect; us working together like that.
This evening, I went to clear everything up... That is not without tears okay~ I cried the most when I saw the cat sand that I just bought for her last Friday. I was so proud to finally able to teach her where to poop~ T_T
It's just so sad.. Now, there's no longer seeing Bobo running around inside the house.. No more tapping sounds on my window when she wants to come inside.. No more her rubbing against my feet as I eat in the kitchen.. I'm going to miss Bobo a lot... T_T
Goodbye BoBo~
This evening, as I step out of the hospital building, all I can see were dark clouds. Tears started to run down my cheeks as I turned my car key in the ignition.. I fought my tears for hours; that was since I receive the text message from Umie confirming that Bobo is dead. It's really hard to believe because she was perfectly healthy two days ago.. We saw a dead mouse near her box yesterday morning and assumed she played with it.
She must've bitten it and got infected or even poisoned. She vomitted all day. Before I went climbing that Tuesday night, I saw yellowish fluid drooling from the corner of her lips and wiped it with a tissue. Asked her whether she's ok or not (though I know she won't answer, of course). She didn't respond to the toy that I rolled towards her. Before I leave, I patted her back and said my goodbye.
I have generationssssss of cats before Bobo, especially during primary school. But since Uni, I don't get to take care much of our cats. They don't even recognize me when I'm at home for holiday. Instead of stroking their body against my feet, they would just stare at me as if saying "Hey you, new girl! What's up?"
So it's really different with Bobo. After all these years, my longing to take care of my own cat finally meet its end. Well, I actually lure her mom to becoming my cat by providing food hehe But then her mom got pregnant and she delivered under my bed.
I didn't even notice that she, Bobo's mom, was under my bed the night she delivered. I was awakened by the mewing sound at around 3am. And I fought the urge to take a look and waited until morning. Then, when I pull up my mattress, I saw two tiny furry kittens curled up like two tiny balls.. Idham named them Tutu and Bobo. Tutu died from an eye infection..
When Bobo was already strong enough to walk about and started to pee and poop, my brother and I shopped for things to make them a comfortable home at this one corner in our house. Idham cut a box for them to rest and play inside... It was so perfect; us working together like that.
This evening, I went to clear everything up... That is not without tears okay~ I cried the most when I saw the cat sand that I just bought for her last Friday. I was so proud to finally able to teach her where to poop~ T_T
It's just so sad.. Now, there's no longer seeing Bobo running around inside the house.. No more tapping sounds on my window when she wants to come inside.. No more her rubbing against my feet as I eat in the kitchen.. I'm going to miss Bobo a lot... T_T
Goodbye BoBo~
