We first met her on 9 December. She looked horrible but was so affectionate and trusting it was hard to reconcile her plight.
On 1 Jan, we managed a vid of her. She was recovering a little from the insecticide, but as Foster Mum feared, was down with flu. Despite being sick, she was still as affectionate as ever, purring her heart out as I coaxed her to purr and vocalise for the vid. I then decided to leave her to rest as she looked so frail and fragile.
Today she has passed on. And it is only with the news that I learnt she was called Blackie. How I regret not giving her an extra headrub on 2 Jan.
Farewell, Blackie. May you arrive safely over the rainbow bridge, where your love and affection will be reciprocated with something other than insecticide.