It was ...

[blamebrampton]

… a very good last day. There was sun, salmon, some compost guarding, and some me guarding as she checked the laptop posed no threat.

And, at the end, with all of us kneeling around her cushions in the garden, she tried to bite the vet despite being sedated to the eyeballs. Because near-death does not mean a Min cat should give up the fight. The vet was incredibly charmed by this, and described it as extremely Minlike. The vet nurse cheered Min on, which I suspect was a trifle treacherous.

It is clear to me now that I cannot die before J, because, like the good, strong, tough man he is, he is bawling.

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[under-an-oak.livejournal.com]

My condolences. My family recently lost our cat of 10 years (kidney failure) and as allergic as I am to cats, thus, my affection for her is more of a long-distance petting, it still hurts. But heck yeah, Min went with style and that says what a charismatic and colourful personality she had. My best wishes to you and J.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I am allergic to cheese, which I think is of similar bigness to being allergic to cats. I know I am missing out on something really cool.

We've spent all day telling Min tales, from the drop bear impersonations through to her luggage fetish ("Did you pack that bag yourself, madam?" "Yes. Unless it contains a dead rat. Then the cat helped.")

I am a bit teary at the fact my flist is so lovely and tolerant of my mad cat ladydom. J has madder cat mandom, I may need to knit him a bobbly hat ...