And then there were none...

I'd been feeling a tad under the weather the past few days and took to my cabin. Concerned, Helena took me, and my cabin, to her bedroom, where she located us on a bedside table. Finding myself so close to a snug duvet I crossed the divide and made myself comfortable; the stuffed bear provided a sense of companionship.

Today Helena laundered her bedding and scrubbed clean my cabin, which she later packed away. Sad to say I won't be using it anymore. My body waits to join that of Romula and Rema's, under the pseudo acacia fresia tree.

Y.T. (The White One)

June 2009 - 31st May 2011

Where are you?

The day has passed without a visit from my new friend.

I went to his bedroom to look for him, but he wasn't there.

What am to think?



Y.T.

Y.T.

That's me. It's my new name. Do you like it?

And this is my new friend, the person who gave it to me.

We've been spending a lot of time together lately.



Y.T.

(Formerly known as The White One)

Turin Shroud effect

I couldn't settle this morning and Helena took me to rest in her bed. The area of my body that had been shaved, in preparation for surgery, certainly feels the cold and her goose down duvet was a lot warmer than my bedding of acid free, archival tissue.

My wound is healing well, however there has been a little bleeding and I created something of a Turin Shroud effect on Helena's 400 thread Egyptian cotton sheet.

Hmm.

The White One

I'll spare you the details...

I have had an offending lump removed from my right hand side. It had grown quite rapidly and was starting to affect how I walked. So now it has gone. As has much of my fur.

The White One

I'm home

Back in my log cabin, among crisp, clean white tissue.

I have yoghurt and honey in one dish and galia melon in the other. Pine nuts lie scattered on the floor of my living quarters. I feel a little woozy and some discomfort, but very happy to be home.