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.

Last meal

The last meal I had was some avocado and a little yoghurt with honey.

I felt content.

Then, most unexpectedly, Helena took me from my bed and placed me in the travel home. After a short time I found myself in the place full of unfamiliar animal smells. I was handled by a woman. She felt around my underarm; the pressure was uncomfortable and I struggled to get away.

Helena stroked me. Then left me.

What can I expect to happen next?

A bad trip

I was hustled into a cardboard box and taken for a ride in a car.

After a short time I was carried to a place that was noisy and smelly. I felt anxious. Confused. A short time later I found myself in a quieter space. I was removed from the box and handled by a stranger. I felt panicky. I wanted to get away from her. I was returned to the box and, before I knew it, back in my secure home with all its familiar smells.

Relieved to be back, I tucked into the tagliatelle I'd been served earlier.


The White One

Still here.

Still here.


The White One

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.

Co-zee!

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

Still Alone

Hmm.


The White One

I'm all alone now

Me and my security blanket.

The White One

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.

Romula
2009 - 2011

Alone

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.


Romula

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.

Romula

Snug

Romula

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