Binky. Tonight you are away from home, and we hear you are comfortably resting (and tired). It's no wonder. You've had a bad spell these past few days. But I know you are hanging in there. You're a strong one buddy. I know you aren't ready to give up. Not yet. You still have fight, vim, vigor and pestilence left in that lovely fuzzy frame of yours. Im hoping that the Hogwarts medical wing for animals magical wizards can work their magic. Some fluids. Some insulin. Most importantly, some nutrients. Seeing you not want to even eat these past few days has been the biggest shock of all. You who LIVE for the stray morsel of food. I want that Binky back. I know you are old and grey, and getting to the twilight, but both the CTO and CEO don't believe you are end line just yet. Not you buddy. So please, keep fighting ok? More snuggles await. And more attitude from the whipper-snappers. But most importantly, your forever home awaits. It's not the same without you.