Yesterday morning around 8 Miss Margot came into my room, breathing stertorously, and thought about jumping up onto my bed. I encouraged her, but she turned around and walked back out again. Fifteen minutes later I picked her up. She seemed to be fine.
Around 9:45 Jeff found her in distress under Granny’s old dining room table, and she passed within a minute.
She had been to the vet on the first of March and received a clean bill of health. Nothing about her appetite, movement, vision or sleep would indicate that there was the slightest thing wrong with her. It happened so fast it’s hard to believe it was anything but a cardiovascular incident.
She rests, in the blue corduroy mandolin bag I got from Jim and Diane, with all the other cats in the yard; Bounce, and Gizmo, and Eddie, and Zeek!, and Kira. What a surprise the guys who dig out the yard when this house comes down are going to get.
She was born by caesarian section on December 13, 2008, and named after the veterinary technician who assisted with the delivery. Peter, a coworker, acquired her from Scaaty Cat cattery in Victoria, but she proved to be too poopy for his partner, who couldn’t deal with having to mop up after her.
I saw a picture of her when she was 14 weeks old. I’ve never fallen in love with an animal’s picture before, but I went insane with BABY MUST HAVE BABY and messaged Peter with how cute she was.
For $250 I acquired her – Peter was about to take her back to the breeder and I said NO.
When I get my shit together I’ll put together a memorial page.
Jeff’s distress is great. I just feel numb, and still sore from Saturday.
Keith and Mike came over yesterday to comfort us, and they did, which is all you can expect from friends. Paul, who was markedly fond of her, will have hugs an sadness for me too I imagine when he returns from Seattle.
Keith finally showed off his zweihander. That is a big sword. I should make him a scabbard.
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Sometime around 8:00 this morning I wrote this, the tune is the one from earlier this week.
Margot’s Song
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
Or you forget about me
You will miss me lots
Wish it wasn’t so
When I fill your thoughts
I was here a moment ago
My old dish is back in the cupboard
And my grave’s in the yard
Your old heart isn’t made of rubber
And you’re taking this hard
All the love you felt for me
Will never go away
It’s in the universe we made between us
and it is here to stay
I have gone where my friends are waiting
Don’t you worry ‘bout me
And it’s not like I could forget you
Or you forget about me
