Tuesday, August 7, 2012
When I was going through my divorce T and I stopped by our local pet store one day. Heavens Gate, the local animal shelter, was there with kittens. T was immediately drawn towards the cutest black, male kitten and I couldn't say no. T decided to call him Bafana after the South African soccer team.
Fast forward a few years and we were ready to move to Oregon and T was about to go on his gap year. Bear's son Dustin lived in Idaho and because we did not know the situation of having so many animals asked him if he could take Bafana. We knew that Bafana would be in good hands.
Two years later and Dustin has moved to Oregon and is currently staying with us until he finds his own place. He told us that Bafana had not been eating and was losing weight. Yesterday I took kitty boy to the vet and was told that he has severe liver failure and at this point comfort care is all we can do.
He is so lovable and still playful so we will wait until he lets us know that he is ready to go. I have been feeding him by hand and wish he would eat more.
Bafana, what a beautiful boy.