This is Daisy. I killed her last week. Not on purpose, of course. Our bed is a queen-size futon on a wooden frame. With all the animals around, the only way to keep any of them from peeing or pooping on the bed is to roll up the futon in the morning after we get up. December 11, Daisy was curled up in the sheet and I did not see her when I rolled the futon. Finding her when I unrolled the futon that night was the worst moment I have had in a very long time. We're having her cremated, and we'll find a way to display her goggles with the urn.