Sadly, the long weekend didn't kick off too well, as we had to put our dog, Molly, to sleep on Friday. After putting
my other childhood dog, Cody, to sleep last year, we didn't expect Molly to have to leave us within a year and a half. She had cancer last August, and after surgery was rebounding and feeling just fine until a few weeks ago. A steadily decline since the beginning of May, Friday, we knew it was time.
Molly was always the princess, but she certainly told Cody and
Barkley who was boss. Her first months with us, she hid behind the downstairs bathroom toilet in my mom's house. It was the funniest thing; we never knew why, and one day, she just stopped. Molly harassed Cody as he got older- all in good fun- and well, karma came back to her when we got the devilish Barkley last March. She taught him well in her year or so with him and gave us many great memories over her nearly 12 years.
There's something about losing a pet that gets you differently; someone once told me the worst part of having a pet is that we outlive them. That rings true now. The comfort comes knowing we didn't let her suffer, and she will always be in our hearts.
Various pics from my iPhone the last few months.
Remembering Molly
