Our beloved Gizzy died December 9th. At 22 years old, she had been with Philip a third of his life.
Giz survived in the wild the last 12 years of her life, defending us and her terrain against spitting cobras, puff adders, banded mongooses, feral cats, and up until she lost her teeth, every mouse in her sights. She was our greatest champion, a stalwart friend who never complained, and she inspired us to be strong as she battled with kidney failure, never accepting anything but the most optimistic view.
We still feel her presence on the hill – this tent will always be “Gizzy’s tent.”