When PoGee was 5 years old, two things happened. We got a puppy who terrorized her. She had no peace from this puppy, so it was decided to find her a happier home. This was accomplished easily enough, but I also lost track of her. People move around, and sometimes lose touch. I have no knowledge of how old PoGee was when she died. I had to content myself with watching two of her offspring grow up next door to me. One has already gone to the Rainbow Bridge. I hope he found his mother waiting for him.
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