Today is the third day of Hanukkah - exactly one year, according to the Hebrew calendar, since my precious Pixie flew away to the Bridge. I wrote then that her darling face smiled at Possum and me that night from the flickering flame of the fourth candle. Now Possum, too, is gone but I want Trixie to know about Those Who Went Before and that, just as we remember the Maccabees at Hanukkah, so too will we always remember Pixie. Every candle that I light, we will be thinking of that little tabby tigress, who wasn't a tigress at all, but the most gentle, loving heart beating in a furry breast.
Here's to you, Sweetest Pixie.
From your loving Mummy