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.
Monday, November 14, 2011
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