26/12/2025
It's hard to type this thru my tears: Hobbes has been coming to me for the last 5 years: I've loved him like my own child π₯Ή
Last week I rushed him thru to the vet,something was wrong. He was lethargic, lost his appetite,aneamic.
The Hobbes I knew so well was a duracell bunny on steroids, energetic, playful, ate absolutely everything with gusto: he lived life to the full,on full gas,his paw on the pedal π
He was diagnosed with a pseudo-cyst on his kidney: life-threatening .
Greenside animal clinic and Johannesburg Specialist Vet did everything they could to repair and save this baby,but on Christmas Eve, beloved Hobbes couldn't fight the infection,the blood clotting,the pneumonia,his own body's toxicity anymore ,and passed away ππ
We are broken. Mark lost his soul furchild ,along with all his other cat children: Lola and Dusty,all in one year alone . It's too much to bearπ
Hobbes wasn't just any cat- he had been a survivor,a well-seasoned traveller, a soul companion ,a free spirit that understood the joy of life and lived it to the max.
To not feel his presence ,his energy ,to know he is not coming home ,ever again ,is to feel despair.
We love you Hobbes,to the stars and beyond π go cause chaos in the galaxy and send us a shooting star with your name on it π©·π§‘π