Saturday, April 05, 2008
Fr. T left a message on the voicemail yesterday: he had taken Molly on her last car ride. He put her to sleep in the morning.
This had been a long-time coming. When I visited SC in December, he'd talked about doing this then. Her health had been failing for a long time, and she was skin and bones and could barely walk. It's never an easy decision.
I've known Molly since Fr. Tim moved to the parish in 1997. She was around 2 then. That's her in her less-than-friendly form on the left, with Fr. T's second pooch, Rusty. Molly loved people. She didn't really take to other dogs.
Thanks Molly, for so many years of absolutely wonderful companionship!