Gigi was 4 years old in this picture. It was taken before the cataracts, and the other symptoms that go along with old age. I never thought about a time that I would not have her, sadly that time has come. I find myself waiting to hear her snorts, telling me that she is ready to get up in the mornings, and taking a shirt out for her to wear at bedtime, she was so cold natured, and got sick so easily. Gigi was tiny and fragile. How can such a tiny creature, leave such a big hole in my heart and life?