Pixie was back in my room

Last night Pixie did it again. He was sleeping in my bed, as he always does when I read before going to sleep. So at 1:00 am I carried him to his room and locked him, hoping he'd not wake me up. Half an hour later he was yelping again, that terrible sound he does now as if he was hurt. I jumped off bed, and he tried to slip into my room. I took him out in case he needed to urinate. When he entered again, he went straight to my room, where he hid under the desk. At this point I was too tired to coax him out from under the desk and put him back into his room. I picked his bed, put it in my room, and went back to bed. Slowly he came out from where he was hiding, and sat in the middle of the room and whinned. So I got into bed with me. I guess I was so tired, I felt asleep regardless of all the walking around he did. Last night he was a bit restless.

Today I went home for lunch. He still behaves sluggishly. He walks around fine. He even jumped all over me to get into my bed. But he isn't curling up or sleeping in his usual favorite position. I don't know whether is sore from his little fall or scare from the epileptic episode. He is just not acting like he used to up until Sunday afternoon. I don't know what else to do. But I don't know how long I can keep having him sleeping with me at night. *sighs*

I'm tired and Pixie is sloggish

Last night I went to bed at 1:00 am, which is when I put Pixie in his bed. At 3:30 am I heard him whinning just he'd done earlier last night, so I jumped off the bed, thinking he was suffering from another epileptic attack. When I opened the door, he snuck into my room and tried to climb into my bed. I knew he must still feel a bit scared himself after the attack. So in order to get some sleep, I brought his bed into my room, put him on my bed, and then went to sleep. Or at least I thought so. But Pixie kept moving around restlessly. For some reason he was tense, and he transmitted that to me. For a long time I laid there, trying to sleep, but my mind kept turning with terrible thoughts about Pixie's health. Finally, after an hour or so, I was able to get some sleep. However, Pixie woke me up at 6:30 am, when it was about time for me to get off bed.

Right now I'm at work, and I feel so tired. I keep yawning. But that's to be expected after getting so little sleep. As for Pixie, I just came from lunch, which I usually take at home. He was laying on his pillow, and didn't move to welcome me. He was trembling, but I figure that's due to the cold. It's been raining and cloudy for the past 6 or 7 days. He barely got up to go out to the patio - twice. He walked slowly, his tail between his legs. I don't know if he's tired too or if it's something else. *sighs* Pixie isn't getting any younger. He'll be 14 yrs. old this July (if he makes it - something tells me he won't).

Pixie had a bad attack

Pixie just scared the hell out of me. I went to the bathroom, and he was just fine, following. When I got to the bathroom, I heard him whinning loudly. So I looked and there he was lying in the middle of the hallway, unable to get up, his eyes wide with fear. I didn't know what was wrong with me, so I ran to him, while tonz of all negative thoughts popped in my head. Either he was having a heart attack (although Whitty used to suffer them and he didn't behave like this) or something bad had happened to his body. I didn't know what though but whatever it was it was bad. The worst part was that mom wasn't home and I couldn't take dad's car if I needed to take him to the vet. I could grab Pixie and run down the street to the vet if needed be, but I didn't think I could make it on time to save his life. So I tried to make him stand up, but he couldn't balance himself. That's when I realized he was having an epileptic attack. I grabbed him and sat outside with him until it passed. The whole attacked lasted perhaps 10 seconds, but it felt more like 10 minutes. I was so scared, I started shaking badly. Gosh, I'm still shaky and hyperventilating.

I finally made my offer

Today when I went home for lunch, I saw my next-door neighbors, who are selling their house, cleaning it. At first, I just said hi to them but didn't approach them about buying their house. But after eating, I went back out, and taking a deep breath, I went up to their house and talked to them. They kindly showed me their house. I've been in it before, but that was years ago, and I didn't remember it well. Anyway, we talked about money. I told them I was willing to pay $135,000 for it. Of course, they're a few things that have to be repaired, and I told them. They agreed that some of the things to be repaired were necessary. As for selling me the house, they told me they'd think about it. Okay, I'm keeping my fingers crossed...

When I should have been born

Your True Birth Month Is September

Thinking Sensitive Secretive Systematic Understanding Good memory Calm and cool Does work well Likes to criticize Loves wide things Kind and sympathetic Hardly shows emotions Concerned and detailed Able to motivate oneself Suave and compromising Clever and knowledgeable Quiet but able to talk well Tends to bottle up feelings Loves to look for information Trustworthy, loyal and honest Careful, cautious and organized Choosy especially in relationships Loves sports, leisure and traveling Must control oneself when criticizing Likes to point out people's mistakes

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What my birth month says about me

Your Birthdate: July 2

Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life. The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.

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