It seems these days, I only blog with bad news. I received a phone call yesterday. On the first day of spring of all days. I told you about Buba here. Everything I feared has come true.
On March 21st, Buba has died.
He deserved so much better and so much more. His gentle soul will be missed.
His uncle called Marie (the manager). He did not know what had happened. "Buba just died" is what he said. It is so sad. This is the really hard bit. After trying to save him, alerting the proper authorities, obeying the laws of the country, asking for help. All in vain. All lost.
I can only hope now that he is in a better place. Where he cannot be hurt any more. Where he will be safe and loved for eternity.
On March 21st, Buba has died.
He deserved so much better and so much more. His gentle soul will be missed.
His uncle called Marie (the manager). He did not know what had happened. "Buba just died" is what he said. It is so sad. This is the really hard bit. After trying to save him, alerting the proper authorities, obeying the laws of the country, asking for help. All in vain. All lost.
I can only hope now that he is in a better place. Where he cannot be hurt any more. Where he will be safe and loved for eternity.
