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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[blindmouse.livejournal.com]

I also bawled when my cat died, while drinking tequila and orange juice with my mother and telling cat stories. Er. The last few grammar lessons I've had are telling me I ought to clarify that my cat wasn't drinking tequila and telling stories, but I'm rather charmed by the image, so I won't.

I'm very, very glad that you made the last few days good for her. Lots of sympathy.

[enchanted-jae.livejournal.com]

While wiping my tears and sniffling after leaving my own comment, I happened to notice this one from you. My condolences on your own cat, but the thought of him/her drinking with your mother and telling stories made me smile.

I just realized, TODAY, that this is the first year that I didn't think of the day my most beloved cat died on that date. For the first time in three years, it passed without me remembering. So, I guess I'm healing, yes? I still miss him, though.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I think we always miss people and animals who have been important to us. And I don't mind that as much as I thought I would.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Heh heh heh ... oh I needed a laugh. Min used to eat Thai food and drink grenadine, not quite the same, but that's what happens when you're feral in the inner city.

Yeah, I wish she could have stayed a little longer, but it was a good goodbye. Thanks, luv.