Everyone who’s anyone that got to know Bos knows he was pretty darn special. He was born in a barn in Northern Washington State on Christmas during a heavy snowstorm. I brought him home as a kitten in college and he’s been there with me through moves, new jobs, new towns, and important milestones.
All he wanted to do was be with us and help with projects. He wasn’t afraid of anything and sternly protested moving out of the way for feet, dogs, and vacuums. Whether opening cabinets and climbing walls, or sharing shredded cheese and stealing waffles he made us laugh every single day. He played fetch, drank out of the toilets, loved a warm bath, greeted us at the door, and could hold a long and enthralling conversation with you. We’re pretty sure he also held the title of world’s softest cat. No kitty can ever compare.
He was diagnosed with pemphigus foliaceus (a rare auto-immune disorder similar to lupus) when he was 3, but was a strong little dude and was able to live happily without medications. In the end, we had to make the hardest decision we’ve ever faced in saying goodbye after a short, difficult battle to lymphoma at 10 years old. Considering how much adventure he filled each day with, we know he really lived the life of a 25 year old cat.
We still expect to see him at the door, and sometimes he’s sleeping by my side at night. We will miss him forever and he cannot be replaced.
A donation was made in Bosworth's memory and the memorial was created on September 20, 2020.