Being 113, I'd move then to a dwelling six feet under, and she - having reached the retirement age of 67 could enjoy the evening of her life.
But alas, despite first aid and emergency operation, suddenly and unexpected yesterday night my dear old mouse - I used to call her Whitey - lost her vital functions.
In deep respect I asked her successor to be in black. - I call her Electra.
* not fullest. Fuller than full is not possible, would you agree?
