Loving Memory of
Molly was our "dignified" girl. She loved
to be petted, but only on her terms. She was beautiful, and so gentle.
I had her for all of her nearly fifteen years, and am going to miss
her very much. The trip to the vet's office today was the hardest thing
I've ever done, but she just looked in my eyes, and seemed to be telling
me — "It's time — let me go." I know she is now
young again, and has had a joyful reunion with all of our "little
have gone before.