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On the first morning of some time in the Territory to see various Fringe Festival events, I find myself putting finger to keyboard to note the passing of Sabre cat who was euthanized less than an hour ago, with Erica H and Mel S being thankfully present. It was all so fast - in well under 48 hours she went from being her usual self to being a bit grumpy about her temporary accommodation, to being unable to stand. Neurological issues were the diagnosis, and with the same affecting the recently departed Manannan mac Lir, I can but note that twice is a coincidence. I am not a cat neurologist, and I hope that the shift in location was not the cause of her rapid decline.

Sabre's entry into the world was probably around 2006. She was found in a back alley of North Fitzroy by Tojo V. She was a tiny and desperate ball of fur and fury, almost certainly the runt of a litter, and would have had to fight for every scrap of food she could find. Tojo adored her, despite her anger management issues, and I used to joke that she was so named on account of her behaviour, like a sabre-toothed tiger. For over ten years, Tojo acted as Sabre's carer until one day his own life came to an unexpected end. I'll never forget the 'phone call I received one evening: "Have you heard about Tojo?", "No", "He's dead!", "Who is looking after his cat?", "He has a cat?!".

Turns out, I was looking after his cat. So for the past four years, I have been a provider to Sabre. She was quite the grump at first ("Miss Hiss", and "Miss Cranky Pants" were two nicknames), but calmed down significantly when we moved into The Rookery, with people remarking that she was quite the changed cat. She would certainly let you know if she was unhappy with something, but she'd also become far more prone to show affections through her little headbutts, and engaged in a great deal more play. She certainly had her time in the sun, resting on the balcony chair in the summer months or watching dove television for my semi-wild flock. But those times are gone now. Whilst death is inevitable and she was already old, I would have enjoyed another couple of years with her. All I know is that I loved the little ball of trouble and I did my best to give her a comfortable life.

Date: 2022-07-13 02:16 am (UTC)
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So very sorry for your loss, especially coming so soon after your other loss. It's horrible to lose two like that.

Date: 2022-07-15 02:41 am (UTC)
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Birds are nice, yeah. I had lovebirds once.

Date: 2022-07-16 02:35 am (UTC)
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Better than no contact with the animal world, and with much to recommend it.

Date: 2022-07-13 03:11 am (UTC)
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Oh no, I'm so sorry. Having two losses so close together like that is so heartbreaking.

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