We will never forget you, sweet Bobo – April 12 2018
The loving thoughts that were shared about losing BoBo touched our hearts and will make the healing process easier. Thank you all for your kind words 
I apologize for the very long post. Where to start . . . two days ago I had to make the call that I’m still reeling from, even though I knew it was coming. Our boy BoBo has moved on to his next journey. So how do I write about the cat that has been a part of my life for 22 years? The many memories run through my head and take me back all the way to the beginning. Meeting this tiny little kitten that I fell completely and madly in love with, took me from a 41-year-old suburbanite to someone who’s life completely changed as well as my unsuspecting family’s. An ad in the Oregonian (1996) for ‘Hybrid Bobcat Kitten’ was too hard to pass up as a cat lover.
My sensible but cat-loving husband said absolutely NOT and within the week BoBo was in our home 
BoBo became the love of my life, even as he got older and more of a challenge. I was determined that I was the one person who could make this little bobcat a pet. It took BoBo a full two years to finally convince me that nope, that wasn’t happening. Bless his heart, he tried over and over to let me know, but I was blind to the fact that he was, of course, and always would be a wild animal. Because of this tiny little kitten and the lessons he taught me my life had taken a path I would never have imagined.
I try to fool myself into thinking that despite the mistake of buying a wildcat, I’m making amends by providing lifetime homes for others that need a place to live out their lives. And we are, but when people ask, ‘if you could do it all over again, would you?’ My answer is always absolutely not. It’s a tough and heartbreaking way to live, it takes over and becomes a 24 hour, 365 day a year commitment. It would have been so much easier to have just stayed a suburbanite with a 9 to 5 job and a normal life. But BoBo changed that course and he became the founding father of what has become WildCat Ridge Sanctuary. Of course, he didn’t understand that he was just glad to finally live as a wildcat the way he always should have. And now he’s gone . . .
I am happy that he lived a long, healthy life, yet I feel a little cheated I didn’t have more time with him. But that’s my selfish nature talking. It was time to let him go and I had to listen to him just like I’ve been listening to him for 22 years. Safe travels BoBo, I miss you and will always cherish our memories. You truly made a difference in my life and so many others
