Lord Gilmore passed away on Sunday, July 8th. When I awoke her to give her the antibiotics, the stress from riling her institgated a seizure. Seth and I held her down as to prevent more damage, but nothing could be done to save her. Her last few minutes were in our hands, slightly twitching until her tail held no more life. Realizing that she was gone, the dew that had transpired on my cheeks felt more pronounced. Her spiritless body felt topsy-turvy, I held her close to my chest, weeping about her departure. Since moving to L.A, Gilmore has been my confidant, playmate and best friend. We spent countless hours together; I used to joke that she was a reincarnated cat. There were times that she would lay on my leg and l would pet her until she had enough.
But the one that has missed her most was her cagemate, Gloria. They spent 2.5 years of roommate bliss. They groomed, fought and slept together. They would box each other for dominance, even though Gilmore would win while Gloria would have some urine on her behind. They moved out here together and they were very bonded. After her death, Gloria became very depressed and would only come out of her house for necessities, that was all. She was a changed animal, Gloria missed her Gilly.
Lord Gilmore loved her dust baths and rolling in the bath tub on her back. She was 2.5 years old.
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