The Emperor Gaius Octavius, originally named "Gus" by kind rescuers, called Tavy by us, aka the Tiny Terror is dead.
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.
You have all been incredibly kind.


















