We lost Pixie yesterday. I woke up this morning with a huge emptiness. She was diagnosed with malignant fibrous histiocytoma last September. We had the tumor removed and it returned and grew out of control. It was between her shoulder blades and eventually compromised her mobility and quality of life. We burried her in our pasture next to her father, Phoenix. It wasn't her time...and it wasn't my time either. Bless you my little Pixie.