Dixie & The Tooth Fairy

It was a rough day for Megan, my 9 year old daughter.
First,
The Tooth Fairy:
Yesterday Megan lost a tooth and looked forward to placing it underneath her pillow. It isn't the money she most enjoys...it's simply the knowledge that a magical fairy will soon be floating in her room.
This morning I went into her room, like every morning, to wake her up for school, I asked her if the tooth fairy had come. She didn't answer.
Later on I found her in the bathroom and I asked again. "Megan, did the tooth fairy come?"
Again- she didn't answer. This time she lowered her head and furled her eyebrows.
"Daddy is the tooth fairy!"
I should have guessed, but it came from left field anyhow. I simply wasn't expecting this. I tried to explain away her conclusion, but she insisted that she saw him take the tooth and replace it with money. Busted!
So, I came clean, agreeing that the tooth fairy was not real. She was devastated. I reassured her that while parents lie about fairies, we never would lie about God. (I was afraid that if she thought we lied to her about the tooth fairy that we were also lying about Jesus).
After I was finished speaking, Megan said in a low steady voice, "get out."
I was crushed.
My older daughter was kind enough to discuss it with me. I asked for her advice. She told me to just leave her alone and let her think about it. I expressed my concern about God. She said it was not confusing at all. "Why?" I had to know. It seemed confusing to me.
She said very easily, "because mom, God doesn't give you anything...he doesn't sneak around in the middle of the night to give you presents...which is, when you think about it, kind of weird."
Honestly, I never thought of it that way. The she asked me, "you didn't tell her about Santa, did you?"
"No, no I didn't."
"Good" she said sounding relieved, "don't, she'll be fine"

Turns out Katie was right. Megan was back to her chipper self before we left the house for school.

Now for Dixie:
You may remember that almost 4 months ago our cat, Danny, had kittens. 5 kittens. We gave away one and ended up keeping the other 4. We named them Doodles, Dodger, Dixie & Skunky.
Yesterday Dixie ate a frog and threw up 3 times.
Today Dixie died.
I had no idea she was dead! She was lying on the floor in the garage next to a small coach we keep in there. Megan always makes sure to find and say hello to each kitten when she gets home from school.
It was horrible. Megan came running into the house.
"Mommy, come quick- something's wrong with Dixie. She's not moving."
Megan was right, and I found myself for the second time today giving her a hefty dose of unwanted reality.
I wrapped up Dixie in a white garbage bag and waited for everyone to get home. Just before dark, we dug a hole and said good-bye to the smallest of Danny's babies.

Just before we buried her, MB & I exchanged worried looks when we saw Doodles throwing up just like Dixie had yesterday. Did he eat a frog too? Or is something else going on?

One last thing- I tried to give blood yesterday, but I didn't have enough iron in my blood. Shoot! I hate food...I just hate it. Today I boycoted it, as my strange way of getting revenge! If I didn't have to eat to live- I swear I wouldn't bother!