Good morning beautiful Topsy. I am so sorry for not being on here to you as I should be little girl, I stupidly thought that things would be back to as they were a year ago by now. I was writing to Charlie and you more when I was walking all that way and back to see my poor Mum… I saw more of her then as well. Yesterday was a month since I had to take poor Tiddles to see that nice vet so that she could have her cowardly pain taken away, in twenty days time, it will be your seventh Angel Day. Just four days ago, it was Mollys first Angel Day, and in one-hundred and sixty-eight days, it will be Charlies ninth Angel Day. The loud bang-bang-bangings on the big scary old door are not only doing my head in little girl, but they are doing my little sisters head in too. Two evenings ago, some interfering odd nurse came round here, and decided that something, my little sister, and I should all have a hug, as she had decided that something had so much on its plate… it always has. My little sister and I refused, and tried to tell the interfering odd thing just what something was like… she refused to believe us it was just as it was with that evil old ogre, nobody believed the things that he did to my poor Mum, little sister, and me. We both got upstairs out of the way, and later, my little sister told me that something had left here with that interfering nurse, and stayed out all night. Of course, just as I was passing the big scary old door, it bang-bang-banged on to come inside. It was not even half an hour after I had got up, and I had just fed George Sakura… I thought that it was carers or something, had I known it was that blasted thing, I would not have answered. I did not think that I could feel any more depressed with what has happened over the past eight and a half years little girl, and I am certainly not including that evil old ogre, but I am feeling lower than ever right now. Nobody seems to notice just how low my little sister and I are, they just notice that thing. It is down there now, shovelling down a huge fried breakfast, and will certainly be grabbing one of the Sunday dinners that I bought my poor Mum and little sister the other day. Dopey me, I had a few biscuits with my coffee this morning, and I just might be allowed to get a bowl of corn flakes this evening… George eats more than I do. I thought that I might have caught up on my sleep by now little girl, but I am going to bed later, and waking up earlier. I was awake this morning over an hour before I used to get up. I do not know what I have to do to get a good sleep, as walking fifty-three miles in two days did not seem to help. I still have not recovered from all that walking, it works out that I have walked over twelve miles every day so far this year, yet I cannot get a good nights sleep. I cannot go on anymore little girl, I have run out of things to tell you, I am sorry. I love you so much TopTops, I do love you little girl, and I do miss you, I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX