I'm so sorry that Pixel had to go to the RB. She knew your love for her and trusted you in the end. I hope this will be a comfort to you.

Rest in Peace, sweet Pixel.

This reminds me of Fister's mom, she was a tough lady and ruled the yard. She would not let anyone come close, until the last few years she let me stroke her, when she had her dinner. One day, I felt her rubbing on my legs and I was quite surprized. Well, it turned out she was very ill, and she had to be put to sleep a few days later.