Farewell Buringaw...
Our family used to take care of many cats. But when I moved to live seperately from them, I never took care of any pet.
I live alone and sometimes I feel sad when I have nobody to talk to until Buringaw came to my life. I don't really own him. He's just a typical cat that lives freely in my neighborhood. He was a small tabby back then but grew up to be a nice and loving adult cat. He never laid a paw on me and he liked sleeping beside or sometimes, on top of my tummy. He was so warm and I could really feel how much he liked me. He just visits me when he needed some food but never complained when I didn't have anything to feed him. He was like that all the time. Unlike other snobbish cats,he liked playing and calling me.
I used to see him outside our gate around 4 o'clock in the morning. Before I go to work, I used to say goodbye to him and pats his head. I felt really secured going to work because I felt like he's guiding me while I walk on the dark street of Vito Cruz. But last Friday (August 14, 2009), I just saw him lying in our house without any reaction. I called his name not just once, but there was no response. I came to him and realized that there was something wrong. He wasn't as heavy as he used to although he was still breathing. I've seen this kind of situation before with other cats and I know he's dying. But what hurts me the most was, I couldn't do anything. It was too late.
I still don't know the cause of his death. We are thinking that maybe, somebody poisoned or threw him really hard. I just hope that person will get what he deserves for doing such a bad thing to animals.
Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take any pictures of him...
Farewell, my beloved Buringaw... I won't ever forget you...