I am just about to take Molly for her final visit to the vet.
Today she has been cheerful and drinking, but she won't eat, and whatever she drinks she throws up. I have tempted her with everything known to man and dog and she's having none of it.
This morning she was bright and happy, hunting for mice in the frosty grass. This afternoon she is weaker, and it feels just wrong to keep her going artificially while she starves. Steve agrees (though he wept and wept).
She has been the finest, the bravest, the toughest, just the best dog anyone could ever want. She was my first dog, and she will always be my best and only Molly.
I don't believe in an afterlife alas, but if there is one, for sure she will be waiting for me, wagging her tail and laughing just before she lies full length in a muddy puddle.
Here's my favourite picture of her, 2 years old, broad chested, strong, full of life. My wonderful girl Molly.
Today she has been cheerful and drinking, but she won't eat, and whatever she drinks she throws up. I have tempted her with everything known to man and dog and she's having none of it.
This morning she was bright and happy, hunting for mice in the frosty grass. This afternoon she is weaker, and it feels just wrong to keep her going artificially while she starves. Steve agrees (though he wept and wept).
She has been the finest, the bravest, the toughest, just the best dog anyone could ever want. She was my first dog, and she will always be my best and only Molly.
I don't believe in an afterlife alas, but if there is one, for sure she will be waiting for me, wagging her tail and laughing just before she lies full length in a muddy puddle.
Here's my favourite picture of her, 2 years old, broad chested, strong, full of life. My wonderful girl Molly.