August 10, 2018
Mr. Lockwood,
We let Rexy go today. Three seizures struck with uncontrolled violence all within the span of an hour. The last one broke her femur and therefore sealed her fate. While the vets, excluding Zia, scrambled to come up with a way for Rexy to heal; Zia and I planned the grand queen's exit. Thankfully Zia had already predetermined the correct dose of the drugs needed. No guns were necessary to bring the great legend to rest. The only difficulty was convincing the others that this was the right and just thing to do. There were tears from the young and idealistic interns, and anger from the seasoned vets who had been hard bent on winning this battle. Eventually though, there were only tears of grief when they all came to accept what was right.
Within ten minutes Rexy's soul went to her eternal rest. Her body however will be put through a necropsy, which like the others, will likely yield nothing of value; and her body will be ruined by all the cutting. In an ideal world I would have liked her to go into the grave with just her battle scars. Maisie would have called them her survival trophies.
For once I'm glad that Maisie isn't awake. Rexy's death would destroy her. Before she herself had fallen ill, Maisie had been so sure that Rexy would make it. We had all been sure that, that indominable spirit would win yet another fight for survival.
-Claire