Farewell Priscilla, queen of Mae Ramphueng

The last picture I took of Priscilla.

The last time I saw Priscilla, she was in fine, somewhat feisty form. Although most nights she’d simply find a comfortable cushion and take a nap, on Thursday she was full of beans.

She was clearly in a playful mood when she followed her family to the beach to float their lit loi krathong baskets in the ocean — an annual Buddhist ritual symbolising the letting go of hatred, anger and defilement. The next morning, she was dead.

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