Gwen died last night. She didn't really bounce back from her last steroid shot a couple of weeks ago and on Tuesday night it became painfully obvious that her time had come. We took her to the vet last night; she is being cremated and we will bury her in the Spring.
Gwennie had a way of always making her presence known, for better or worse. She could be neurotic, crabby and extremely shy. She was also pretty, cuddly, and could put up with Judy's insanity far better than anyone else. She peed on Len's dirty clothes (and sometimes our clean clothes) and had taken to smacking the dog. We'll miss her terribly.