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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[snottygrrl.livejournal.com]

[*weeps a little more*]

[*holds you tight*]

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Thanks, Sno. We're still pretty teary. Not having her in the front garden or on her outdoor futon was so wrong. But she did not suffer and she went on a good day, and that's not so bad.