Many years ago — perhaps ten or even more — a beautiful tomcat lived in a lush and blessed place: the Monastery of Saint George Valsamitis on the island of Amorgos. There was a kind-hearted nun there who cared for the monastery cats as if they were her own children.
One day, she noticed that the cat had a problem with his mouth and called a veterinarian to help him. It turned out that his upper palate had been torn, most likely due to an accident. The tear was surgically stitched, but the next day half of the stitches came undone. The cat was operated on again, and this time fewer stitches failed. This happened two more times until the veterinarians finally said there was nothing more they could do.
The cat would forever have a tiny hole — almost the size of a pinhead — in the roof of his mouth. This caused him to sneeze while eating, as small amounts of food would pass from his mouth into his nose. Aside from that, however, he was perfectly fine.
That was when the nun gave him the name “Balomataki,” which means “Little Patch,” because of all the “patchwork” his mouth had required.
The years passed. The kind nun left from Amorgos, and at some point — no one knows how — Balomataki ended up living as a stray on the streets of Chora. He survived there for several years without major problems, but he was growing older, and life on the streets was becoming increasingly difficult.
Last summer, a compassionate young woman noticed that he had lost a lot of weight and had become very dirty. He was no longer grooming himself, a clear sign that he was not well. That was when she brought him to our Center.
Sadly, the hole in his palate had widened even more, and surgery was no longer possible. But Balomataki still wanted to live. He simply could not continue surviving on the streets in that condition. So we decided to keep him with us at our Center for whatever time he had left.
Balomataki spent his final months surrounded by love, care, warm baths from our volunteers, and endless affection. Then one day, his back legs failed him. The following day, he could no longer move his front legs either. He had become completely paralyzed.
And then it was finally time for him to rest. His little soul flew away to a world without pain, and now he runs free across the rainbow bridge.
Rest in peace, Balomataki.
We miss you dearly.


