Lady Margaret Catcher (Margo), ~2006 - September 23, 2025
Saying goodbye is never easy, but Margo is no longer suffering or in pain. Her kidneys were failing and her body was shutting down. It was time to help her cross the rainbow bridge. Today was that day.
Margo came into our lives in summer 2019. We had lost our senior ragdoll cat earlier in the year to kidney disease and decided to adopt another senior shelter kitty. Margo (formerly Sheba) had been at a local shelter for nearly a year. We don’t know her exact birthday, but she was at least 13 when she entered the shelter. At 13+ years old, scared, and shy, she didn’t get much interest from potential adopters. After having been out on the adoption floor for months, she was placed into a foster home who specialized in hospice care, not because she was sick or dying but because she was taking up valuable adoption space and hope for her getting adopted was dwindling.
When I came across her shelter posting, something that caught my eye was a mention of stealing chairs. That reminded me of our previous cat - a notorious chair thief. We went to go meet her and within short order decided to bring her home with us. Her first night with us she caught a mouse that we didn’t know we had. This naturally led to her earning her full name, Lady Margaret Catcher.
Margo was initially very shy, but gradually came out of her shell and let it be know that she had strong thoughts and opinions. Both of her vets described her as “spunky.” She loved to drink water out of any faucet. She loved Temptations and Chicken Littles cat treats. She loved basking in the sun. She loved draping herself across my lap and sleeping on my side at night. She loved to grab a toy feather in her mouth, run down the stairs yowling all the way with it, and drop it at my feet in a big display of gift giving. We called it her baby. She loved to go out on the porch and roll around on the cement. She loved to sit at the very top of her cat tree, stare out through the window at the neighbors, and silently judge them. She loved to lick my fingers and without warning bite them (she had all of her teeth, even at the end). Some of that earned her the nickname for her alter ego, “spicy marg.”
Most of all though, Margo loved. And like everything, she did it on her own terms.
Endings are hard, but we are better off for having had her in our lives. There’s never enough time with our beloved pets. We had just over 6 years, and I wish we could’ve had 6 more.
I’ll miss our sweet little Margo, Margie, Marigold, Marginald, Margarita, Spicy Marg, Margolio, our Lady Margaret Catcher. 🌈
