Never sick a day in her life, but our Rosie passed away two weeks after being diagnosed with what we thought was cancer.
We adopted Rosie the fall of 2003, right after my brother died. She was wonderful. She slept with Juliana. She slept on my mom. She tolerated the dogs. Rosie loved to sleep on your lap--if you were watching TV, she'd climb up and go to sleep.
She will be missed.
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