Good morning beautiful TopTops. Today is your seventh Angel Day little girl, three-hundred and sixty-five weeks ago, I took you to see that nice lady vet to have your nasty, cowardly pain taken away… just nineteen months after I had to do the same thing with poor Charlie. I am so sorry I have not been on here to you little girl, but I have been very ill again, some mornings, it takes me over five hours to write to Molly and Charlie, then I forget about poor Tiddles and little you. Those dopey doctors told me to take some new blasted tablets, and it did not cross my mind that it could be them until four days ago. I have been told to stop taking them, but I had already taken a lot of them, and I have to wait until they have gone right out of dopey me. At first, I felt as I did when I was walking all that way to see my poor Mum, and I choked on that peanut four months ago, but it just got worse, and I was not getting much sleep. I cannot remember how long, but we have had a lot of nasty old scary rain. It was like the rain that got me one morning when I walked to see my poor Mum, where it rained very heavy for over an hour… only it has been raining like that for days. It was so bad, that George decided to stay inside, she only goes out for a while during the day and evening, then she comes back inside. I do not know at what time she is put out at night, I have to be up here and out of the way before something gets home. I cannot remember if I told you, but that tiny black and white cat is not allowed in here anymore. I was laid on one of the settees feeling awful a while ago, and she came and laid on my stomach. She was purring away as I stroked her, but I kept accidentally stroking her the side of her tummy, and she went for me a few times, she is pregnant. All of a sudden, she jumped down, ran over to my sister, and bit her, it could not have been bad, as she is only a tiny cat. She got a big thump on her side, and has been banished from the house, though I feed her whenever I can… I would like to bring her up here, but I cannot. I have not had a cat in this room since Molly screamed out on that cold, horrible Tuesday morning, three-hundred and eighty-nine long horrible days ago. In the time between Charlie crossing over the Rainbow Bridge, and Molly moving in, it was one year and one month, and Molly was visiting me before that too. This time next week, it will be one year and one month since poor Molly was so cruelly and spitefully snatched away, and crossed over the Rainbow Bridge, but I just cannot bring myself to let a cat in here yet. Even though Charlie and I were together for over twelve years, we were only together in this much bigger room for two years and three months. Molly was in here with me for six years, five months, and twelve days, it is a long time little girl, I just cannot help it, Charlie screamed out in this room, but she crossed over the Rainbow Bridge at the same place as Tiddles and you did, poor Molly screamed out, and crossed the Rainbow Bridge in here, it is making me upset just thinking about it little girl. I have been so ill, I have not seen my poor Mum in eight days, I was hoping to go and see her again in two days time, but if I still feel like this, I will not be able to. I have not been any further than the big old gates since I came home from visiting my poor Mum last week, I think if I went any further, I would collapse. It was bad enough taking the bottles and tins out there to the gates this morning, and I did that over five hours ago, and they have still not turned up. I am sorry little girl, but I cannot think of anything else to tell you, I was the same with Molly and Charlie. I love you TopTops, I live you so much little girl, and I miss you, I love you and I miss you so much, you beautiful, brave, beloved little girl. XxX