a tribute.. to furbol.

once upon a time about a year ago, Ms L found a kitten. She was lost and helpless. Ms L decided to bring her home and gave her food and shelter. Ms L is such a cat lover. I've never seen anyone except for (jamil-the cat lover) who loves cat more than she does (yeah, she used to have more than 10 cats some time ago). She named the kitten.. "furbol".

As time goes Ms L and furbol became good friends. She'll be there when Ms L comes home, she will accompany Ms L and went for a bus trip to Johor to Ms L's hometown. Don't ask how, but furbol was such a behaved feline. She will sit on Ms L's lap for a 5 hr journey without making a fuss. (and.. yeah she holds her pee and poop until they reach the destination).

After about a year, furbol gets bigger and realised that she somehow owns the freedom. So, the lil freedom she needs was actually permitted by Ms L. One day, Ms L went out with her fiance for dinner and came home a little late. She realised something happened to her beloved friend, furbol when she came back. There was blood on furbol's leg and she walks weirdly. Ms L gave me a call and asked me whether there's any vet that still opens at that hour. I called my niece who also owns a cat and according her, vets in Uptown closes a lil late. The chance was quite thin, we had a backup plan and one of furbol's regular doctor returned Ms L's call and generously willing to treat furbol's condition. Looks like furbol was hit by a car and it hit right on her pelvic area. The doctor said if furbol pees normally the next day she will be ok.

The doctor gave her painkillers and insisted furbol to be caged so she could rest. Being an active cat she hates to be locked in a room. Ms L thought within a couple of days furbol will be back running and jumping.

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After a few days, though Furbol's leg wasnt recovered completely, she was already up and about. But on the 8th night after the accident, furbol's gotten weak. She didn't want to eat and she lied down in the toilet on the wet floor. (thats kinda weird because cats normally love warmer area, as i always see them underneath cars). So, we detected that furbol was internally heated and she might be dehydrated. So, last night Ms L called me and she was at the same vet. Deep down inside i knew that furbol could not hold that long but i did not want to say that to Ms L. Ms L still had faith on furbol. When Ms L looked at her eyes, and furbol looked back at her without a focus on her eyes. She lost the eye focus, she was dreamy (maybe a part of her soul was already somewhere else). The doctor decided to bring furbol to his place and dripped her. It was midnight and Ms L went home with anxiety. She felt so lonely without furbol even for a short while. Ms L still did not think about losing furbol as her hope was too high for furbol's survival.

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Monday, 6.45am. My cellphone rang that woke me up from my dreamland. Ms L called me with tears. I knew something's not right somewhere even before i heard Ms L was sobbing. (she won't wake up this early. And if she does, she won't call me this early). In the wee hour of the morning about 4.40am, Ms L received an sms from the doctor... furbol didn't make it. I was speechless but tried to calm her down. Furbol's body will be collected from the vet today at 11am after the doctor cut her body to diagnose the cause. She broke down in tears and it was actually worse than when she broke up with one of her ex sometime ago. Furbol's always been the reason for Ms L to come home (as Ms L is not staying with her family here..).. and knowing there's no sweet furry reason anymore.. that just make her sad. I am sorry for the lost, sister. I hope furbol may rest in piece among the other charming cats on the other side of the world. And to Ms L, you've been a loving and a responsible guardian to this beloved lil furbol and you've done everything you could to save her..

A tribute to furbol..