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.

Comments

[cloviss.livejournal.com]

Min must have been a fabulous, opinionated tough girl. You were very lucky she chose you to supervise.

You gave her a good life and a clean death - the best gifts you could give.

Also J? Well, a man who could not be moved by the loss of a loved cat - not worth having.

I am so sorry for your loss - and will be having an unfortunately infrequent drink to Min's life.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Supervise is the absolutely correct word. And yes, J is one in a million. Thanks for your kind words, I have been slamming into the grenadine and soda water -- the classic Min stolen drink.