Pà arrived in my apartment on the 2^nd of March. He died in my arms on the 29^th of April in the St. Anthony Animal Recovery Hospital. He was injured by a parasite that went from his ears up to his brain, causing enough damages to him to kill him.
As a side note, the doctors there did everything that was possible to save him; it was just too late to be able to do anything. No one’s to blame but fate and probably me for not going there sooner.

He was found in the street where he sought for shelter by running in my friend’s feet; he was living in the trash, it was raining and cold; he was supposedly 1 month and a half then.
I loved him, I love him and hopefully, I hope I’ll love him. He’s still around anyway; he was a really clever and kind companion; he brought me some peace I wouldn’t have figured I needed.

Knowing all he’s been through, I could only say "Life’s a bitch".
These are the posts I wrote on Twitter on his behalf: