RIP Lady Byron
Posted: Tue May 19, 2015 3:47 pm
She passed away yesterday from congestive heart failure, peacefully at home.
She is the second last of the Walking Dead Poet's Society cats, and was as feral as they come. She had a wobble on Sunday and I managed to get her inside. I knew she was heading to the bridge. I kept a close eye on her in case of a painful saddle thrombus, but thankfully that didn't happen. She pitlived all of her litter who were born with heart defects. She ate salmon and drank kitty milk, and went to sleep, never to regain consciousness. The only remaining survivor of her colony, TS Eliott (possibly her son, father and father or uncle to the litter she had after she arrived) stayed with her body until yesterday evening. He followed her in and literally sat with her till hours after she had died. It was extremely touching.
RIP Lady Byron. I thought you were a boy at first and then you started popping out kittens. I am glad I got to know you and that you trusted me enough to keep you warm and safe at the end. I understood your boundaries, and you eventually understood that I was not a foe. You were a fierce mother and terrified the vet nurse when you were sent to be spayed. You terrified me too for a long time, and you terrified poor Coco when he tried to make friends with your babies!
You will be sorely missed by us all.
She is the second last of the Walking Dead Poet's Society cats, and was as feral as they come. She had a wobble on Sunday and I managed to get her inside. I knew she was heading to the bridge. I kept a close eye on her in case of a painful saddle thrombus, but thankfully that didn't happen. She pitlived all of her litter who were born with heart defects. She ate salmon and drank kitty milk, and went to sleep, never to regain consciousness. The only remaining survivor of her colony, TS Eliott (possibly her son, father and father or uncle to the litter she had after she arrived) stayed with her body until yesterday evening. He followed her in and literally sat with her till hours after she had died. It was extremely touching.
RIP Lady Byron. I thought you were a boy at first and then you started popping out kittens. I am glad I got to know you and that you trusted me enough to keep you warm and safe at the end. I understood your boundaries, and you eventually understood that I was not a foe. You were a fierce mother and terrified the vet nurse when you were sent to be spayed. You terrified me too for a long time, and you terrified poor Coco when he tried to make friends with your babies!
You will be sorely missed by us all.