Princess Pixie - Two Years Gone But Always Remembered

Kitties, Woofies and Humans!

It was two years ago today, on December 23rd, 2011,  that Precious Princess Pixie flew away to the Rainbow Bridge, and not a day goes by that she isn't in our thoughts.

We would like to share a few pictures of her, for those who remember her and also, for those who never had a chance to meet her.


Early days: 




Enjoying a sun-puddle with Possum:

Double Pixie:

Time for a nap:

Attempting to hypnotise Mummy:

Being a Ferocious Feline Watch Kitty: 

                                          

And now, she is an Angel:

A candle in memory of Mummy's beloved Princess Pixie PixieCato, whom we know we will meet again, one day, beyond the Rainbow:

Remembering Possum

Hallo, Effurrybody!

Mummy is furry sad today. We saw water leaking out of her eyes. That's because today is the 4th of July and the 4th of July was Possum's birthday. He would have been 18 years old today, if he hadn't flown away to the Rainbow Bridge last October, to be with Pixie. We - that is, Caspurr and I - never knew Possum the MagnifiCat and Princess Pixie, but We know that Mummy loved them effur so much and We also know that it was Possum and Pixie who sent Us to Mummy and who whispered in her ear that it was time to open her door to Us. In ten days time, we will be remembering Pixie, on what would have been her birthday, but the 4th of July is Possum's special day, which is also celebrated by millions and millions of Americans. Just imagine having so many people celebrating your birthday with you! Possum is furry, furry famous - and justly so. Mummy says that I - Trixie - have inherited Possum's furriness and splendiferous tail, and Pixie's purr-sonality, whereas Caspurr is more like Possum in character, though he looks effur so much like Pixie.

Caspurr and I would like to honour Possum by showing some of the best pictures of him. Even though it will make Mummy's eyes leak some more, we believe she will be happy to know that his memory is cherished, by others, as well as by herself.

Remembering Pixie

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

Shimona

Down to Earth Again With a Crash

Fellow Felines!

It seems that Mummy's joy was premature. Pixie wolfed down the new diatetic moist food on Thursday, but yesterday, she was far less interested and today, she turned up her nose at it. She did eat about two-thirds of her weekly half can ration of Fancy Feast (Tuna and Ocean Whitefish flavour) but merely sniffed at any other food that was offered her. Our Human thinks it was only the novelty interest that caused her to eat the new stuff on Thursday evening.

Mummy was kind of relieved that she didn't put up a fight over her infusion - but, right afterwards, she started worrying that it was because Pixie hasn't the strength any more to fight.

But she had quite enough strength to run  when I, Possum, chased her.
Mummy says it's not nice of me to chase Pixie when she's sick - but she needs some fun, she shouldn't be moping around all the time and losing hope. What do you think, Fellow Felines?
 

Feeding Time

Greetings, Fellow Felines!

Possum here, again. Pixie is resting as much as possible, trying to get her strength back. To that end, our Human started her on a Royal Canin Veterinary Diet this morning. In fact, we are both of us on Veterinary Diets - Pixie is on Renal and I am on Urinary S/O. But I don't see why it should be such a big deal if I have a nibble at her food or she, at mine. Yet Mummy put my food on the balcony and Pixie's in the hallway and she shut Me on the balcony to make sure I didn't come and disturb Pixie while she was eating. And then, as soon as Pixie finished (and she didn't eat very much, Mummy said), our Human removed both bowls of food so that we shouldn't eat from each other's bowls. (Of course, I had finished my own breakfast while Pixie was still picking over a few tiny morsels.) And then She went off to work and We had to wait till she came home in the evening and put out our feeding bowls - once again, mine on the balcony and Pixie's in the hall.

This is Not Good, Fellow Felines! Both Pixie and I like to eat on and off during the day and we can't do that if our Human is going to keep removing the food as soon as we finish the first course. But She says we leave her no choice, because we keep going to each other's bowls and we need to have different foods.
I am sure we will find a way to outwit Mummy eventually - it's only a matter of time.

On a different, but related subject, Pixie has already got the better of her twice in less than a day. Yesterday, as I may have mentioned (or maybe not), Pixie came home with a bandage on her front paw. The V-E-T had put it there, because the thingy that he had attached before for an infusion had rubbed and chafed and it had started bleeding. Well, within a matter of hours, Pixie had managed to get rid of the whole bandage, and Mummy only noticed just when she was getting ready to go to bed and then She had to re-bandage Pixie's paw. I watched and saw how she did it. First, she put a minty-smelling gel on a piece of gauze, which she put on the wound, then she wrapped it with a kind of thin cotton wool and finally, wrapped the whole thing with a blue bandage. Pixie didn't like that at all! But she didn't complain too much, she let Mummy go to sleep, all unsuspecting - and when Mummy woke up again at about half-past-five in the morning, there was Pixie, again without the bandage.This time, too, she had managed to shed the whole bandage, cotton wool, gauze and all, in one piece, as if it was a glove! So Mummy had to bandage her again. But she did it better this time and Pixie still hasn't managed to get rid of her bandage. I guess she didn't try so hard, this time, because our Human, who occasionally displays an almost Feline Intelligence (due, no doubt, to her long acquaintance with Us,) had realised that what was bothering Pixie was the fact that the bandage was covering her whole foot, instead of just her leg, where the wound was, thus making it difficult for her to walk. She therefore arranged the new bandage in such a way that it left Pixie's foot free for her to tread on, so she can now walk without limping.

Pixie would also like me to mention the fact that Mummy took the advice of our dear friend, the Admiral and her Mummy, and got the V-E-T to administer the two-week antibiotic shot. Pixie didn't like having a needle stuck in her, but at least now she won't have to drink that horrible white stuff that Mummy was trying to feed her twice a day. Every cloud has a silver lining.

Okay, I must go now, Fellow Felines, and help Mummy to administer Pixie's infusion. She will have to have them twice a week now, for the rest of her life. Poor Pixie. While she is having her infusion, I shall read her some more of your lovely, kind letters of support and encouragement. It makes her feel so much stronger to hear how much you all care for her and are purring and woofing for her. Love and kisses to you all.

Update on Pixie

Greetings, Fellow Felines!

Possum here, still holding down the fort while Pixie is sick. Mummy took her back to the V-E-T this morning for another infusion. She had to stay there all day (Pixie, I mean). But do you know what happened later, Fellow Felines, when our Human went back to collect Pixie? She decided that because I haven't been eating my dry foods, there must be something wrong with Me and that she should get Me checked out too. But she only has one (very large) Cat Carrier, which she had used to take Pixie to the V-E-T. So she borrowed another, smaller and rather smelly one from the V-E-T and kit-napped Me and took Me to That Place, where the V-E-T shaved off some of my beautiful fur and stuck a needle into me to take a sample of my (blue) blood. True, he said I carry myself like a King, which shows appropriate respect for Me, but that can hardly compensate for the Indignity of being shaved and made unconscious with gas and having needles stuck into Me!
Anyway, he said he can't find anything to explain a loss of appetite and that it was hardly surprising that I refused to eat those (IMHO - inferior) dry foods, when my Human gives me Fancy Feast every day. He told her Fancy Feast is not good for Pixie and Me, because of the very high protein content. But Mummy asked if she can at least give us Fancy Feast on Shabbat and he said okay, but only half a tin (about 42.5 grams).

But I am being selfish, Fellow Felines. You want to hear about Pixie, I know. Well, as I said, the vet said she wouldn't eat all day, not even Fancy Feasties. Mummy was terribly, terribly upset and in the car on the way home, a lot of water came out of her eyes. She was talking in a very low voice to her Daddy, our human grandpa (he gave us a lift) and I couldn't hear everything she said, because Pixie and I were in our carriers on the back seat, but it must have been Very, Very Serious, because he said to her not to give up hope. When we got home, he came up for coffee and apple pie, which she made for Shabbat (she hardly ever bakes) and they talked about Pixie some more and lots more water came out of her eyes. So now, I'm more worried than ever about Pixie. 


However, after Pixie had settled down again, Mummy gave her a bowl of Fancy Feast (the V-E-T said she could, just this time, even though it's not really good for her in general, just as long as she eats something, and until she gets her appetite back) and she ate quite a lot of it. And that made Mummy smile and tell Pixie what a Good Girl she is. So I think that must be a good sign. But Mummy is still worried, I can tell, she has a very troubled look on her face and I just heard her talking to someone from her choir on the phone, fragments of conversation about Pixie maybe not coming home again from the next visit to the V-E-T. Oh, Fellow Felines, I am so confused, I don't know whether to feel hopeful or despairing. Whatever shall I do if Pixie has to leave for the Bridge? We often squabble, but she's my sisfur and I love her and I don't want her to go. I just can't imagine life without Pixie! I am going to purr-ay for her with all my might tonight. I know many of you have been purring for her and sending positive energies and I hope you will continue to do so. 
Thank you all, dear  friends - from Me and from Pixie.