29.10.2021
Both MrSlim and I are devasted to lose our little friend.
Errant adopted me and was my sole companion during the first lockdown, when MrSlim was called back to UK to help during the covid crisis.
When MrSlim returned the Scaredy Cat adapted to another person and became MrSlims friend.
We could not leave him to fend for himself, nor expect a neighbour to look after him for months, so Errant travelled to the UK with us last year in October. We had thought to return to Normandy after Christmas, but covid restrictions meant we were trapped in the UK until may. During this time we mostly lived in a motorhome. As you can imagine living in such close quarters we developed very strong bonds.
On returning to Normandy Errant was instantly once more at home - although he had to exert his authority over other cats who had usurped his tiny territory.
We were all happy until the end of September when Errant lost his voice. The vet thought it an infection and he had antibiotics, which brightened him up, but his voice diminished to a whisper. Back to the vet, xrays revealed he had been shot. One of the pellets was close to his voicebox and an operation attempting to remove it would be difficult for the vet and dangerous for the cat. More antibiotics were prescribed.
However Errant went rapidly downhill, stopped eating and was obviously in distress.
Errant died of suspected lead poisioning two days ago.
Considering that he had lost his voice, how is it that the house is so quiet without him?