Mollie . . . . . .

Mollie . . . 13½ years old and now gone.  She was my baby.  She’d snuggle with me.  When I got out of bed she’d jump up into my spot and force me to get in between her and Holly and have me cuddle her.  Tears are running down my face as I type this.  What a sweet dog.  I miss her terribly.  And Zoe . . . she’s been very quiet.  In face now she’s in her “hidey hole” – underneath the bed in Holly’s office.  It’s her place of refuge.  She’s sad and misses Mollie.  And so do I.