There is a tiny, little furry body, wrapped in a towel, resting for the last time on our hearth. We lost our little Gussie during the night. She was sixteen, and had a hard time for many years not being afraid of everyone except me. When she went blind two years ago, a sort of miracle happened. She came out from under the bed, and spent the last two years, being loved and loving.
Rest in Peace our darling girl.