Well, yesterday was a very sad day. My little poodle, Gizmeaux that I got back in the 3rd grade died. I knew she wasn't doing good so I went to Mom and Dad's to see her and just hold her for awhile. She was so weak, almost 16 years old. (Deaf, blind and crazy. We lovingly referred to her as the Old Lady of the house.) My Mom held her as she passed. I was so glad she was with her when she went so she wouldn't be scared and alone. She gave us all a lot of joy and company. Sweet old dog! She will be missed!