But she didn't leave for the Bridge alone--she had your love all around her and she knew that.
When you feel you can, we'd love to see some pictures of precious Sparkle.
Lacers, you can tell your mom that you and I talked and I'm going to throw a White Pebble in the Atlantic for you and for your daddy in just a couple days. Hang in there, sweetie, until they get your treatment figured out.
Sending all the gentle stripey tigergirl white light I can muster! Hang in there, sweetie . . . . long enough so you can get rid of that nasty horrible no good spleen and start getting better.
Weenie, please look up Dusty and the two of you can recline in comfort and discuss being one-person kitties. (DH was "the person" and I was simply the pleasant purveyor of clean litter boxes, food, water, and Rx as necessary)