Lady Bird died in her sleep last night. She was 19. My biggest wish for her was that she could go at home, on her terms, and I’m very thankful that she was able to.
If you had told me 16 years ago she’d be the last survivor of our 6 original cats I would have thought it was impossible. As a kitten, she was so weak we had to spoon-feed her yogurt to try and get her digestion working. A few years later she had a seizure and we took her to the vet, expecting the worst. She got better - and that’s when we learned she was blind. (She still caught lizards perfectly well, though.) After we moved, she got so sick that as I drove across the bridge late one night to the emergency vet, I knew she wasn’t coming home. But she did, and she had many years ahead.
No cat has ever been able to find an available lap as well as Lady Bird. Some days my main job was making sure she had one to enjoy.
She was a beautiful, elegant lady, and we will miss her very much.