There is no easy way to say this, but I must. My beautiful, sweet, darling Pixie is gone. All the trips to the vet, the discomfort of the twice-weekly (and latterly, four-times weekly) infusions, the medications I administered by force and by guile – none of it was any good. In the end, I knew that she was asking me to let her go and, although it broke my heart to do so, it would have been cruel not to. She was helped to the Bridge yesterday afternoon, a bare hour before the start of Shabbat.
When I lit my Hanukkah candles yesterday, I saw her sweet little Pixie face in the flickering flame of the fourth candle.
When you light your Hanukkah candles tonight – please light one for her.