While I was at Fourth Street Fantasy over the weekend, Bryon called me to let me know that Bastet had become very ill. Her deterioration was very fast. We had some blood tests done on her for fear it was her kidneys. It was not. The last three days, however, she had not been eating or drinking, and had a great many mobility problems.
We made the responsible decision and put her down today. She died an old lady, loved and spoiled.
Since she had been part of our life for 15 years, we have very few words. I want to tell you all about the terrific convention 4th Street is, but that will have to wait a while.
Here are some pictures of the mighty Bastet, Queen of Cats. Her like will never come again. My heart is broken.