Saturday, August 18, 2007
Boris was one of the sweetest, gentlest souls that you'd ever meet, and he just happened to come in the form of a cat.
His kidneys started to give him trouble a while back, and they weren't helped by that damned tainted cat food four months ago. But we took him home and made him comfortable, hoping for a little more time with him and told to only expect a couple of days. Eighteen weeks later, he'd withstood all that he could. In those eighteen weeks, though, he proved that in addition to being sweet and gentle, he was tough and stubborn, too. Kidneys? Who needed them? Pfftt. That's what the doctors wanted you to think.
Goodnight, Bo. Say "Hi" to Tashi for us.