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Join us on our travels around Europe aboard our Dutch Tjalk Francoise

  • Jill Budd

    After 6 years aboard our Narrowboat Matilda Rose in the UK, we took the plunge and shipped her across to Europe. After 2 years in Europe we knew we didn't want to return to the UK so took the plunge and purchased a 1902 20 mtr Dutch Tjalk called Francoise and are now continuing our travels of the waterways of Europe in a buxom wench

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It was time to say goodbye–Queen Daisy’s (Miss D cat’s) story.

Posted by contentedsouls on 09/11/2019

Some of you who were personally involved with Daisy already know, but many of you who have shared her adventures and have been her adoring fans for many years through my blog; don’t. As devoted followers of Daisy’s nomadic adventures, I owe it to you to tell you what happened. I had so many things to tell you – but first, I have to do this.

Despite at least three bowls of water in the boat, she started to demand that I turn a tap on; climbed into the dinghy on the roof to drink, lapped rainwater off of the stern and the gunwales of the boat. Suspecting kidney problems, we went to the vet for blood tests. Our concerns were affirmed that she had early onset kidney function loss and we put her onto a specialist renal diet which, amazingly, she loved.

Our generator died, so we had to go into a marina and, whilst G was nattering to Mr ‘fix the generator’, Daisy sauntered down the pontoon to G, chomping upon her freshly caught mouse. G picked up the remains of the mouse and threw it into the water; Daisy launched herself into the water after it. It seemed to happen in slow motion; I screamed at G and, with a lightning reaction, he caught her mid leap.

We got out of the marina as soon as we could and moved to one of our favourite moorings, where Daisy could run her bullying tactics on the local dogs who had the audacity and temerity to (try to) walk through her territory.

On Saturday she stopped eating.

Monday we took Muttley to the vet to discuss the nasty growth on his back leg, I discussed Daisy’s loss of appetite, and made an appointment to take Daisy in the next day, having thought that the vet would have prescribed an appetite stimulant. No problem, Daisy is always happy to zot into her carry case which, usually, means picnics and new adventures. This time I let her down.

She never came home.

Her kidneys and liver had shut down. It didn’t seem possible with all her shenanigans over the previous few days, and the vet couldn’t believe that she had continued as she was. The vet said that she had hung on, purring away on our laps, because of our special bond. I asked if we could take her home for a few days and was told that it would not be kind to her, so we had to call it. She died peacefully snuggled into my arms – a place she rarely left.

What a girl. Do you remember the night we thought we’d lost her in France, when she managed to get herself locked into the VNF office and then, having worried us to death all night, came home the following morning complaining that she had no food or litter tray all night? The time I opened the side shutters on Matilda Rose and threw her half way across Tixall Wide before she landed with a splosh in the water? When she dropped a live rabbit on the dinner table in the middle of Sunday lunch (which took off down the boat with Baxter and Muttley in hot pursuit)? The ‘little mouse with clogs on’ that she let go of in the boat and lived with us for 6 months whilst Daisy spent every night gnashing her teeth at it whilst it ran around our bedroom ceiling? The wonderful walks along the beaches in Spain earlier this year whilst the locals looked on in astonishment?

She was one extraordinary lady who chose to live with us for eighteen years and our lives will never be the same without her. So I am going to share some pictures with you, and then a movie that my dear friend Marijke made for me; having so recently having had to say goodbye to her own beautiful dog Binte and who understands the pain. Thank you Graham, Marijke, Sue and Gezina (in no particular order) for being by my side whilst I try to come to terms with this.

I never saw it coming and, somehow, thought her to be immortal. I think you did too.

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11 Responses to “It was time to say goodbye–Queen Daisy’s (Miss D cat’s) story.”

  1. Kath said

    Oh Jill, how sad. I am so sorry. But what a lovely video to have of an amazing cat.
    Kath (nb Herbie)

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  2. andywindy said

    I’m sorry to hear of your loss of Queen Daisy, I never had the pleasure of meeting Her, but the tales of Her antics will, of course, stay in the Interflop for many many years, so maybe we were all right in that She truly is immortal? It will be strange to not hear or see occasional tales of Her, and similarly strange for you to have a long trip in the Van without ‘pepperpot legs’. Talking of legs, have you had an answer about Muttley’s, or do you have to wait? Wishing you all the best at this time (as always) xx.

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    • Muttley had his op to remove the growth and, thank goodness, he recovered well from the aneasthetic. We took the stitches out yesterday, but you probably know that, because you would have heard his cry of ‘help me’ from where you are – he was never a brave soldier.

      Yes, it will be novel to arrive at a destination without holes in my legs where she hung on around roundabouts! We can take a scenic route and share the driving without fear of injury or verbal protest now.

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  3. vallypee said

    That is such a precious video. Forever Daisy. She was a wonderful character and a part of you who will live on in your heart forever xxx

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  4. Carol said

    So sorry to hear of Daisy’s passing over the rainbow but enjoyed reading the tales of her adventures. We feel and know your pain.

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  5. ianmccauley2014 said

    I do remember many of the stories and my unsuccessful attempt to stroke her at Briare. So sorry for your loss but glad you have lots of memories yourself and in the blog.

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