She's gone.

I dreamed of her last night.  We were sitting on the lanai watching the sun come up and the mist rise down in the valley.  No conversation was necessary. We were just enjoying each other's company, sipping our coffee, reading our books.  Miss Priss, her cat, was meandering through the grass instead of insisting on getting up in her lap.
I am going to miss her.  She was my refuge.