There was always something very acute of a survival instinct and wildness in Tummo. We may not have cuddled her enough when she was 3 months old to 1 years old. When I was terrified of everything from lack of meds and hubby had gone wild too, Tummo reassured me about protecting me with her mere gaze of boddhissatava onto my man. It was just a vibe of course, in my head, but she got quite close to me in BC. She slept on my bed many times in the last couple of years. Often I would find her at the head of my bed, by my pillow, each waking up for a while, in 2023.

She evaded death a few times and Brian risked his own life to go get her from the top of a tree here. Another time, she was found hiding in a barn enxt door to us, in Surrey, on top of shelves and she could not get down. Again, Brian climbed like he could and rescued her. She must have been chased up there that day. She almost got run over by a car many times. And she once ate antifreeze and had to be hospitalized.