“Earlier this year, when I was 5 months pregnant, we found out that my dear little friend, Miss Agatha Mittens, had cancer. It was a tumor in her jaw bone, and there was nothing to be done. On Good Friday, it was time, and we had to put Mittens to sleep. She was so brave, knowing, and peaceful, but I was devastated. We buried her in our back yard and planted an orange tree in her memory. The shock of losing her caused me to start having contractions …”
Shadowfax climbing his first Christmas tree
