What do you do when you wake up at your virtually estranged mother's house too early on Chrismas Morn? Go out on a walk with your BFF, that's what! Jafar died less than a year later from falling down the hill that's in the backyard. Before his death, he was really ill - having diarrhea, and he smelled really bad - and it was truly cruel the way my mother and the family that live with her treated him in his last hours, by leaving him outside pretty much all the time instead of putting him down. I visited him again, and he couldn't even see me, since I assume he was going blind too. It was even crueler though, that they didn't tell me right when he "went missing" - his body was discovered by one of my mother's boyfriends after the snow melted. Jafar, I'm an atheist, but if there's any afterlife, you deserve the best one. I didn't always treat him well, I was always saying he was going to die, but damn it hurts. I even bought him a Christmas present the next year, before I found out he was dead. R.I.P. Jafar. I loved you.