Among the four brothers who were the kittens of Lady and Dhalia, I doted on Floofy the most. The four brothers were not in the pink of health when they were born due to the horrible environment where their mummies lived in. Their flu never seemed to recover. The flu symptoms finally waned off as they grew older. One day, Floofy, whom I called him an ugly boy, dashed out from the common room. He finally looked healthy, moving towards the living room. I thought he was playing with someone but I realised no cats and no one was paying attention to him. He was playing by himself. With his not so attractive look and cute actions, he captured my heart.
In 2021, an unknown virus broke out and he was the only survivor. I’m grateful that he had another three years with us.

He had the loudest meow when he was waiting for food. If we didn’t hear him, something must be wrong with him.
I wasn’t with him when he passed on. He had the safest place to pass on and there was nothing for me to worry about.
Candles were lighted up for him, Romeo and the pigeons who were intentionally killed, for the past two days and today the third.
Floofy would often sit on my lap and hang out in the utility room.

I guess this is the only photo which he looked sweet!:)
May the merits accumulated by me be dedicated to his favourable rebirth. May the conditions that Floofy lived in be the cause for him to meet, learn and practise the true Dhamma.















