|Death: ||Oct. 2, 1989|
My first cat. I called him "Little Buddha" because Hobbes loved all living things. Even birds would happily perch close by while Hobbes sat outside.
Hobbes showed up at my patio door one day, badly beaten up in a cat fight. I asked around no one claimed him. When I took him for treatment, they told me he had feline leukemia. I was crushed, especially since the first test came out negative. He was very young, about 3 years old, but no older than 5. Much to the dismay of those around me, I spent most of my free time at home and in the garden with Hobbes and the other cats who lived there. I was determined to make the most of every day with my "Hobbie".
Hobbes of Stockwell Street was the most laid-back cat I ever knew. He took everything in stride. Hobbes once found a bird that had fallen out of its nest during a storm. He came and got me; he never touched it himself.
Because of him, I have developed a particular fondness for tabby cats, especially brown ones. He had rich, bright golden eyes that had a certain "old soul" quality about them. And very kind eyes. Hobbes lived life to the fullest, and taught me to do the same, inspiring me to change my life in many ways. I still have his collar and tag and snips of his hair in a little wooden box.
I now have a rescue cat named Frankie that is also FIV+; we've had him for 7 years and I like to think Hobbes is helping to keep the disease at bay.
Thank you to Miss Renee for her kind sponsorship of this tribute. We all greatly appreciate your thoughtfulness.
Body donated to medical science
Specifically: Body donated to Texas A&M University for Feline Leukemia research
Created by: Miss Morgan
Record added: Feb 19, 2007
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