Amid all the earth-shattering events that seem to be happening right now, I don’t suppose most people would think the life of a little cat is of much significance. But Pixie matters to me, she is my baby and has been since she came to me, at only a few weeks old, sixteen years ago. Now she is old and sick, the vet says she has Stage 3 kidney disease (out of 4 stages) and is unlikely to live more than a few months. There is no cure – only treatment to improve the quality of life in the time that remains to her. I know that when she reaches Stage 4, it will be time to let go – but it’s hard, so very hard.
I don’t think I can write any more just now. I know I have some good friends out there who have known Pixie (and her brother Possum) for a good few years now. I ask them all to pray for her.