Bobo: The Tribute. (Part 2)

The dreadful diagnosis:

Bobo had been getting inflammation of a nodule on his whiskers cheek (the white one). Each time after the surgery, the inflammation grew bigger and faster. After gone through 3 surgeries to remove what all of us (including the doctor) thought was a nasty wart, and burn it every time he remove it, it turned out to be cancer.

He had... ( i’m sorry i simply can’t remember what scientific name of the disease. I feel like a bad mummy. I have to locate the letter of the lab test result)

Doctor did mentioned that if we were to do the surgery one more time.. it is possible but he can’t guarantee that it won’t come back; judging by the speed and massive growth of the nodule. 90% chance it WILL come back, 10% chance it won’t. We may have to cut his cheek (burning it won’t suffice). The doctor and our family think that that is just cruel.. to maul his face up. Cutting his cheek will exposed his teeth, and he won’t look like a cat no more. He will look like a monster. It’s not fair to Bobo nor to us.

His last days:

I try to spend alot of time with him as i know he is gonna leave me. I feed him, hug him, and let him sleep on my lap. I cry whenever i feed him (he had difficulties to eat because of the oversized nodules on his whiskers area)that the thought of the dreadful day will come.

On the day he crossed the rainbow bridge:

I was still hoping of a way out. Hoping daddy changed his mind about euthanizing him.. (we had to. doctor advised us to to end his sufferings)

I sang to him while waiting to see the doctor.. i sang “Bobo.. dit2 ni, munyi2 ni, comel2 ni, pandai2 ni, itam2 ni ” (lyrics in Malay language) i sang in tears and i choked. L

When it was time, i was so afraid and my sister (Anna) and i was told to leave the operating table; only letting my daddy and brother inside. We went out just for a while but we decided to be in the clinic again only to see my baby no longer breathing. After the fluid was injected into his body, it took less than 1 min for his heart to stopped beating.

I remembered i cried so loud in the clinic. My brother hugged me. We took Bobo back to bury him.

I carried Bobo in a box home and as mummy was greeting us back, i saw her and i put my head on her shoulder crying and wailing saying “baby Ayesha dah tak ada!!! Baby Ayesha dah tak ada lagi dah mummy! Dia dah pergi”. Translation: “My baby is gone! He left me! “.

That was the first time i wailed in my entire life. Mummy always warned scolded us not to wailed. That was the 1^st and the last. Mummy consoled me and all of us sat on the floor opened the box and mummy said while crying and caressing him, “Bobo tidur ya sayang mummy. Bobo tidur elok-elok”. His face does look like he was sleeping.

My brother had already dug a hole in the backyard where all the other kitties were buried and we proceed with the burial. Each of us say our good byes and gave him a hug and a kiss (he was already wrapped with2 of my brothers favourite t-shirt only leaving his face to be seen he is wrapped like a newly born baby.) all of us cried even daddy. Azzah was not around. She was in Selangor working.

After we have buried him, i asked my brother to burn the cushion he used to sleep on. I don’t want the other cats to sleep on it and get infected. (it’s just a precautionary measure). I also didn’t want the cushion to be laying around the house and be constantly be reminded of him

I was crying for days. He was my perfect cat. In my eyes that is. The whole family felt there was this big hole that can never be filled. That night when he was gone i did open the door thinking and hoping he will walk through it. Silly huh? J

I understand that we have to let him go. We have to free him from his suffering. He has a good run with us.. a good 9 years run.

Chokie (ginger cat)

Counting my blessings, God is so kind and merciful that he actually gave me a replacement cat for me to care for and give my love to, and that is Chokie Boy.. he came a month before Bobo had be put to sleep. I love Chokie very2 much. But my heart will always yearn for Bobo.. i will definitely miss him. No cat can top him.