A Few Words from Pixie

Greetings, Dear Friends!

First of all, I want to say thank you to all of you who came to visit me when I was taken ill. I would like to visit you all, but I feel so weak still, a lot of the time. I have better days and worse days. Most of the time, I don't feel much like eating. I try to make an effort, for Mummy, but it's very hard sometimes, I feel I just can't. Today is not one of my better days. Today is  Shabbat, and because the V-E-T said Possum and I can have Fancy Feasties just once a week, and no more than half a can, Mummy divided a can of FF Classic Chicken between Possum and Me. She gave us some yesterday evening, before she had her Erev Shabbat supper and I ate most of it on my own, though she coaxed me to eat the rest. But today, when she served up the rest, at breakfast time, I only ate a few mouthfuls and she has been coaxing me on and off all day to eat more. I ate a few morsels of my dry foods, just to please her but I just can't eat any more, it's such an effort for me. In the afternoon, she gave me my infusion, and I guess that's what helped me go to the bathroom. I also made my toilette. I know that pleased her. She was pretending to be asleep, but I know she was peeping at me. And she was very pleased when I wriggled in under the blankets and curled up next to her, when she had her Shabbat afternoon nap.

I don't really understand what's wrong with me. When Mummy gets out the food bowls, I want to eat - I really do - and I come running, but after a few mouthfuls, I just can't eat any more. Maybe if she were to leave the food bowls out, and I could go back to my food after slowly digesting the first few bites, I could eat more, but she won't do that because Possum keeps eating from my bowl as soon as I turn away - and he vomited today, twice, after doing that.

There's something else I wanted to say and it's very important. I know I am very sick and that I might be going to the Bridge quite soon. In a way I'm scared about that, although I know it's a beautiful place and that the Great Cat in the Sky will look after me there, till Possum comes to join me and Mummy comes later, to collect us. But who will look after Mummy and Possum when I'm gone?

I just took a look at Mummy and she looks very sad. There was a lot of water coming out of her eyes. She's doing all she can to make me better but I think we both know that there is nothing to be done. We neither of us know how much longer I'll be with her and Possum but I want them both to know how much I love them both.