October 2005 - August 2007
It's a sad night. Our little warrior has lost the final battle. I walked into the kitchen for some milk and looked over to his bowl. He wasn't looking at what I was doing. He was gone.
I don't want to get into morbit details. His mom came home and made the proper arrangements to bid him farewell. Yazmin was heartbroken. She was hoping he would survive this one. He tried very hard. He never gave up. Always in a cheery mood, always looking at what you were doing.
He was a good compagion. A fighter. He challenged Death and came victorius twice.
Death won the third time