At least she went peacefully, what could be better. ANd we know that she will live on, curled up in a corner of your heart (amazing, isn't it, how our hearts expand to fit them all?), to be there when you need her wag, and that Mama-dog look, she will always be part of you. Hug those others for me, give Belle an extra thump for me, okay? (Those who have never owned a Saint don't know the bass-drum thump a pat on the side can make, but I do!)