Tuesday, 29 March 2011

The blanket and tissue paper are proving easier to manage; I've been able to totally block up the windows and doors in addition to insulating the roof.


The White One

Keeping warm

With no-one to snuggle up with I've blocked up the windows and door, to my log cabin, with sawdust. It's a challenge to get the sawdust right up to the top as it starts to fill up the inside of the cabin.

The White One

Sunday, 20 March 2011

Still Alone


The White One

Thursday, 17 March 2011

I'm all alone now

Me and my security blanket.

The White One

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

We couldn't take any more

Helena took me for a short drive in the car and then we just stayed in it for a while. She fed me melon and talked to me. I felt weary.

A short time later I found myself being handled by a stranger; I was anaesthetised with gas and then administered a lethal injection. It all happened very quickly.

Helena held me as my life ebbed away. My passing was a kindness to us both.

2009 - 2011


I've been on my own for two nights now. I miss not having anyone to snuggle up with in bed.

Helena took me to visit Romula last night, but very briefly. I wish that she would come home to our log cabin.

I haven't been allowed out for two nights now. Hmm.

The White One

Wednesday , 16th March 2011

I've just received a bed bath followed by some melon and a little avocado.

I have spend two days resting on Helena's bed. I don't move around much; I wash myself and I still eat, though my appetite is modest.

I've been transferred to a fresh towel and left to rest under my blanket.


Monday, 14th March 2011

My partaking in this morning's breakfast was a gesture.

The White One joined me as I rested. She has been kind me; kept me company and washed me. I now want to be alone.

Helena found me lying outside of our log cabin and gently placed me on a large towel. I suspect she feels better now; viewing me against the peach coloured fabric gives me an appearance of looking clean and fresh and the cushioning of the folds suggest that they comfort my distorted body.

The scent of the fabric conditioner initially overwhelmed the odour of faeces that clings to my fur. Not sure which is worse.


Friday, 11 March 2011



I was the last of the litter to be adopted, and when Helena held me for the first time, I was so nervous I peed on her, then jumped out of her hands. Things haven't changed much since then; almost two years on and I'm still not comfortable being handled.

Romula, on the other hand, has a 'special' relationship with her.

The White One

Monday, 7 March 2011

Helena was absent for some days and Hana fed and watered us. I have to admit that we were somewhat anti-social; using the pieces of blanket Helena had given us, we blocked up the windows and door to our cabin. It was nothing personal.

My mobility has become more awkward of late. I'm still active though. Since Helena's return she has taken to hand feeding me, having noted that I now need to use my front paws to stay upright. I find washing ok as I can do that by leaning on my side.

I continue to have a good appetite and this evening I enjoyed pine nuts, yoghurt and avocado, after which I slept on Helena's lap for over one hour; I find an undulating surface accommodates my current body shape and supports my leaning head.