Ossie was out of her den this morning when we woke up. I looked inside her den and was amazed that I could see through it. Of course, dense me thought she had already died, and was lying flat inside her rock and that was why we could peer into it. W. came over and immediately spotted her on the other side of the tank. She's pale and looks shrunken. Her tentacles are all curled at the ends, but she's breathing deeply and looks well. She was just out and about, I guess for one of her last strolls. I almost called in sick to work, to stay and photograph and just be with her, but then I remembered my boss was coming in today. I know the end is near. I just hope I'm home to be with her when she dies.