Bobo
What do you know? Your pet can affect your life in the most unpredictable way.
I’ve always been fond of cats. Always have to have at least one in our home. I think cats are just the cutest animal on the planet.
My lovely cat’s name is Bobo. She’s a mix of Persian and non-breeder. She came to our house on 27th December 1997. She was already about 1 year at the time. So she must be around 8 years by now. On average, cats could live up to 10 years, some could stay to 13 or 15 years. So I’d say Bobo is mature in her age, but still fit.
But Bobo is ill. She caught some virus apparently (that was what the Vet said). She lost appetite, and she wouldn’t even want to touch her drink. The heat also added to her weak physics. She couldn’t stand, she could barely lift up her head, let alone walk. It hurts to see the usually strong and lively cat now lay helpless in bed. It hurts to see how she always ran around the house and tease us and now she couldn’t even jump on her 4 legs and would fall easily.
My mom said I should prepare if Bobo was trying to say goodbye. But I know that she’s going to hold on for me, for us all.
I remember when she was once catnapped by some freak who wanted fast money. They took Bobo when she was on her stroll in the neighborhood, kept her captive and finally said they would let her go if we paid some money. Those crazy b**t**ds. Good thing we got Bobo back, shivering, all thin and hungry. Never let her out of our sight ever since. I couldn’t sleep the whole week she was gone.
You may wonder, why Bobo could affect my life (our lives) like that.
No. it’s not because she’s cute. It’s not because she’s a mix breed. It’s because she kept us company through all hell. Bobo was always there, wait to greet me by the door when I come home. She would miao and climb up to bed and sit on my chest, every time she sees me lying from exhaustion. She would sit on your lap and purr like mad and pretend she was listening to our story when we were all talking to each other. Every time we’re feeling down, Bobo will always cheer us up.
There’s no moment like today when my dad called me up at work, and said Bobo is climbing down from bed. She’s walking around, and she took a sip from her favorite bowl. She’s getting better!
As always, Bobo cheered me up even from a distant.
Bobo, get well soon.