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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[rhaniyago.livejournal.com]

I'm so, so sorry, dear. I lost one of my cats three years ago and still think of him very often and miss him. And do not want to think about anything happening to the other two, or to my dog. And I know that my rats are nearing the end of their lifetime. But we can only avoid the sadness and sorrow when they leave if we decide not to have animals living with us. And then life would be worth much much less. I hope that the good memories you have of your cat will help to sooth the sadness.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

They have been, we've been telling Min the merciless tales all week. And you are right. Everything we love in our lives carries risk, but it's what life should be about. Thank you for your kindness, and I hope the rats are of the extremely long-lived variety!