Bagheera by Annie Noa Kenet

In honour of Bagheera (“Booboo”) Kenet who brought us ever lasting happiness and love.

Bagheera was adopted at age 3. He immediately stole our hearts by refusing to accept that he was “not a real boy”. He slept in our bed, ate our food, used our laptops, and ensured that he otherwise left his print on all of our projects. Bagheera was always of the opinion that you can never be too close, and so, it was rather ordinary for us to have him sitting on our heads and chest for the majority of the day (and night).

Bagheera was an expert at being cute, cuddly and otherwise manipulating you into falling madly in love with him. He was also excellent at head butts, kisses, kneading, sunbathing, ignoring our requests that he do something YouTube worthy, catching ping pong balls, changing the TV channel at the worst times, and guarding the house from the window.

Bagheera endured our endless smothering and in exchange we spoiled him rotten (for which we have no regrets). Bagheera was diagnosed with small cell lymphoma at the age of 9 and though it withered away at his body, his boyish spirit was never broken. He fought like a champion to the chicken, cheese, popcorn and tuna filled end. We will forever have Baghhera in our mind and hearts because as he taught when he was here, you can never be too close…