My old girl Duchess crossed the Rainbow Bridge yesterday after a short illness. She would have been 18 on October 1st. She came into my life on Valentine's Day 1994, and I fell in love with her huge blue eyes. She has been my companion through widowhood, divorce, flush times and frugal times. I will miss the way she talked to me, her soft purr, and how she'd lift her head so I could smooch the top of it. Goodbye, my little love; I hope to see you when I cross over myself.