R.I.P PEPSI

I was chatting to my Wee Sister yesterday and she told me that my Mum's wee westie Pepsi had died. As far as I am aware there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Pepsi was 16 years old and when I seen her last which was a few months ago she needed glasses more than I did and her mobility had all but left her. I remember when she arrived all those years ago, she looked like a busted pillow, all white and fluffy. Well, she'll be biting the balls off gods postie now,"BooHoo".