I went to the bridge on my birthday!

I've not been feeling to good. I lost lots of weight. Momma took me to the doctor yesterday and she felt of my belly. The doctor said something about a tumor. Momma was upset and she loved on me lots and lots and kissed me and told me that I might me going to the bridge to see Jingle Bell my Sisfur. Momma left me there last night and the last thing I remember is going to sleep for a surgery.....then I arrived at the bridge...its beautiful here, I don't hurt anymore, the cancer is gone. I am running with Jingle Bell and waiting on the rest of the family and having the best birthday ever. I know Momma is sad, but she needs to be happy for me!!