Pixie Leaves the Village

It is with great sadness that I had to help Pixie to the bridge tonight. She just had nothing left in her. She is one of the first girls I adopted. She actually was one scared girl when I first got her and inclined to nip. As she aged and got more used to me, she no longer did this. Tonight as I carried her downstairs she was bruxing and looking at me with sad eyes. She was 40 months old. She was preceded in death by her sister Pinkie. She has been prepared for private cremation at the Oregon Humane Society. Rest in peach little one.