R.I.P. little Temba

My special, beautiful little Temba. He never fit the simple category of "cat". He wagged his tail like a dog, chirped like a bird, and had a child's smile. He died in my arms last night, as comfortable as I could make him. He loved to be held in my arms, upside down like a baby, swaddled in his blanket with his little purple cow in his paws. He could hear my heartbeat and feel my breathing. His own breathing had grown labored, but he calmed down when he held him like this. We both fell asleep around 1am and, at 1:30am, we both awoke to say our goodbyes. He passed away on his own and I hope he's okay now...cause his momma isn't. Good night, sweet sweet Temba. The sky is appropriately dark and sad today.


This came out a bit more grainy than the original video I made - blame youtube.