On October 26, I brought Nactra to the vet. She wouldn't eat, rarely opened her eyes, was gaping her mouth, and acted listless. A week later, she was not improving. Today, she ended her struggle and passed on. I found her with her head in the water bowl, her eyes half open. She was with me for three short years. When I first got her, she was shipped to me already sick. She had a calcium deficiency. We treated that. She never ate much, and was never one to tolerate handling. Despite that, I still loved her, and she had made a place in my heart. Rest now Nactra, you're in safe hands now.