Just that really. I came downstairs in the morning after hearing a little cry, and she'd died in her bed. She was 13 and I'd had her for 9 years and she was my little furry buddy, especially since I also lost my husband.
I just can't get rid of the shock of finding her.
Health wise she was fine so I assume it must have been a sudden event like her heart or a stroke.
I now feel TOTALLY alone in the house.