This has been a tough week for us.
It is my sad duty to report that Dayle’s long and infamous life has come to an unfortunate conclusion. Early this week, he showed some strange symptoms – he couldn’t breathe properly, and he was extremely distressed. In a day’s time he had deteriorated severely. After a night at the veterinary hospital, we came to the conclusion (with the vet’s support) that it was time to let him go. There was no coming back from his condition.
By now Dayle has probably made himself comfortable in his new kingdom, with new slaves to plot the ultimate demise of. Captain America seems a little deflated, and Sera has been cautiously sitting in all the places that Dayle used to chase her away from. She seems to wonder why he’s not there.
Lyra always considered both Dayle and Sera as the same cat, I think. She’s always called Dayle by his name, and Sera Dayle. Not all cats are Dayle to Lyra… just our cats. In that sense, he’s still around in a very weird way.
The apartment feels emptier without his huge personality and presence. It’s strange not have heard him singing, or felt him jumping on our heads in bed at night. It will get easier, but for now there is a huge hole in our lives. We miss our ex-pharaoh demon asshole cat. We’ll be telling tales of his escapades for years to come.