Tonight I witnessed the death of Boyah. He has been suffering from fever for nearly a week and at first we thought it was just a normal fever that he occasionally had. However, things turn to bad when he disappeared several days ago and we feared the worse. Two days ago, he suddenly came back in the middle of rain and we immediately cleansed and wrapped him in blanket. The next day we brought him to the clinic to get the necessary medications but his condition has not improved. We brought him again to the clinic today but even the doctor has lost hope on him. And tonight he breathed his last surrounded by all of his family.
Mama Tok said that Boyah is one of the most determined cat she has ever had. Since the first time she heard him wailing non-stop throughout the night outside the neighbour's house, she knew that this scrawny and disease-ridden kitten is not going to give up hope of staying alive. He was the only cat I knew who eats his meal right on top of it and sleep on it afterwards. He ate too much and when he is a bit older, his belly became unusually big, hence the name Boyah, a Kelantanese term for big belly. Seconds after his death, Awa called from the UK because Boyah was his favourite cat and they used to sleep together in the same room for many years.
Since we came back from the UK, two of our family close friends have passed away (both to cancers) and now two of our family cats have died. I just hope that we will get through the rest of the year without any more sad news.
We will miss you, Boyah.
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