#tavy

He was likely ten and a half or thereabouts. He loved cuddles and biting people and and any sort of play. He was extremely intelligent and active and prone to making his own fun (He once dragged and entire library book out of be bedroom and proceeded to shred it in front of me.) He would do anything to outwit a human trying to medicate him and fight crating like a demon, but the second he was free he'd come back for cuddles and blinky eyes. There wasn't an ounce of malice in him though when he was bored or anxious he could drive us all, including Livia to distraction. He was a sweet, weird, violent little guy and we all loved him very much.

He spent most of the last few weeks in my arms or sleeping on top of me. I held him for something like four hours straight just this morning.

The reason they didn't find anything in the previous exam last week was the cancer had taken an entire lung and then invaded Tavy's esophagus, but you couldn't have seen it without x-rays. He stopped eating yesterday and once they stop eating they are done. It was far kinder than the alternative.

He spent all morning in my arms and died in my arms as well, after a lat long shoulder drape before they came in with his meds.

Rare image from when Livia was smaller than Tavy.

I want to thank everyone who tried so heroically to save him.

Jessica Biel taking her dogs to photoshoot:

—La tía abuela Marjorie nos hacía entrenar fuera todo el día —explicó Livvy—. Bueno, menos a Tavvy. A él lo dejaba quedarse dentro y lo atiborraba de mermelada de moras.

—Tiberius se escondía —añadió Drusilla—. En el pajar.

—No me escondía —replicó Ty—. Era una retirada estratégica.

—Era esconderse —insistió Dru mientras se le iba marcando el ceño en el rostro ovalado. Las trenzas le salían disparadas una por cada lado de la cabeza como a Pippi Calzaslargas. Emma le dio un tirón a una de ellas con cariño.

—No discutas con tu hermano —dijo Julian, y se volvió hacia Ty—. No discutas con tu hermana. Los dos estan cansados.

—¿Y qué tiene que ver el estar cansado con el no discutir? —preguntó Ty.

—Julian quiere decir que deberíais estar todos durmiendo —. Dijo Jesse.

—Solo son las ocho —protestó Emma—. ¡Si acaban de llegar!

Jesse señaló a Tavvy, que estaba acurrucado en el suelo durmiendo bajo el inclinado haz de luz de una lámpara, como un gato.

—En Inglaterra es mucho más tarde.

Livvy cogió a Tavvy en brazos con suavidad. La cabeza del pequeño le cayó sobre el cuello.

—Lo meteré en la cama.

Julian y Jesse intercambiaron una rápida mirada.