My little friend Marti, gone

No more than I, guys. She was like a dog. If I went in to read on the bed, in a few minutes she'd wander in and cuddle up. If I was in my big chair, she'd find her way in and up by my legs on the footrest. She loved to purr. She was a stray that I got from a family in the country, and didn't get along with their other established pets. She was a really sweet girl, and never harmed a soul.