I’ll return to the trip account in the next post. This is a memorial to Little Bit, also known as Ms. Bit and The Empress of the Universe.
Little Bit lived with us for almost her entire life. She was technically my
daughter’s cat, and became part of our family constellation at the age of about eight
weeks, when my daughter was six years old.
With the help of a vet student and a friend, she made it nicely through our absence on this most recent trip by staying in the familiar environment of home. The friend wrote us an e-mail to the effect that "Lil Bit says she doesn’t know who all these people are, but she is glad you have finally hired more staff, as befitting her royal self. She was lounging about on the sofa when I stopped by. . . ." And when we arrived home, she looked and felt so much better than during our previous two trips, when we’d had to board her in a medically equipped facility and almost lost her.
Yet over the last two days, it became obvious that her body was just, finally, worn out. She’d been successfully balancing a couple of chronic illnesses for many years, with our vet’s and our assistance, but she reached her limit yesterday, at the age of 21 years and 3 months.
Many thanks to Dr. Julie Gamble, who has been Little Bit’s primary health resource for almost fifteen years, to Heather and Brenda for extra support since Julie opened her own clinic, and to Dr. Kathleen Cooney for helping us provide Ms. Bit with a comfortable transition between 9 and 10 last night.
Requiescat in pace.
Little Bit embodied a sturdy, steady spirit in a small package.
Miss Chuff, Kittikin, Mitten, Prowlie (the visiting cat), Wump (Tiger Lily), Wow (Douglas Fur, Thunderpaw, The Big Milk Lick), Rowlie, Little Bit: Requiescant in pace.