Trixie, my beautiful baby girl. I met her when I was only 10, and she was so tiny she fit under my bed with room to spare over her head. She made us all laugh when she climbed the Christmas tree, her small face peeking out between the branches. And then winter came, and she grew her long coat, much to all of our surprise, we thought she was short haired. The hairy cleanup come summer was a nightmare, but worth it for all the fluffy cuddles.

We had 11 good years, she was my companion through school and into the start of university, but she started getting really sick and her liver was failing.

My sweet baby, today is the last day I hear you purr and hold you in my arms. I know it's for the best, I know you won't be suffering anymore, but it still hurts. I love you Trixie, I love you so much, and I will miss you more than life itself.