Hope, who came from nowhere, who cant seem to hear.
She is not Golden. (R.I.P 30.11.2015. Cremated and back home with us) Definitely not even Silver (R.I.P 14.09.2013. Cremated and back home with us).
Last night was a stormy night. Hope slept peacefully on the cushion.
She is not Golden. Golden would squeeze, hide and duck her head in between me and any other thing possible. Golden was super terrified of thunder. She was my real time weather indicator.