Bogart, to the eyes of most people who have not been to my home would just be your ordinary pusakal.
This pusakal, I would like the entire world to know, listened to and cheered up people... he cheered me up in times when people, themselves were too busy... being people.
This "pusakal" taught me that it doesn't have to be people all the time to take care of people: nature is capable of nurturing, filling the gaps and flourishing our daily lives.
Bogart entertained my friends when visitors would come over to the house. He'd be my sidekick in making pa cute.
There are times that my heart was broken and he'd stare at me, in my room... as if telling me to move on... I'd continue crying then he'd jump into my lap and start rubbing his forehead on my chest and he'd start to purr-- "I love you" in cat.
Ultimately, Bogart saw me through a lot and, I've read much about cats, I am in deep honor for he gave me his 9th life.
Bogart Rivera will always have a place in my heart as a person who cared, looked after and loved.
Thanks for spending your 9th life with me, my friend.