She was gone when I got home last night, although I suspect she had just left. It is not entirely unexpected. She was pushing 20 years old, but right up to Wednesday night, she was trying to steal my dinner. I am glad I shared that bit of chicken with her!

She arrived almost four years ago after her owner had to go into a nursing home. She outlived him and I sincerely hope they've been reunited. They would be delighted to be together again. I hope he knows I took the best care of her that I could and that I loved her too.

She was a quite a character...a few pounds of squwacking attitude who gave a concussion inducing headbonk. It must have been quite a shock to come here after being an only pet for 15 years, but she adjusted and made herself at home.

I will miss her. I'm not sure I remember how to eat dinner by myself! Good-bye, Puff. Thanks for letting us share the last years of your life. It was a privilege.