Molly was old when she came to us. We adopted her when our neighbor Eileen had to go into a nursing home. We were never sure of Molly's age -- she could have been fourteen, maybe older, when we said goodbye to her on Friday.
I blogged recently about her -- a cheerful old thing, in spite of deafness and arthritis. But for the past few weeks, she's been increasingly confused. When she became completely incontinent, the time had come.
Never easy -- but in this case we knew it was coming.
Someone asked a few days ago for an update on our dogs and cats. It's odd to find ourselves down to three dogs after many years of having six.
But I'll do a quick rundown of the dogs that have been part of our lives and this blog for the past three years.
Someone asked a few days ago for an update on our dogs and cats. It's odd to find ourselves down to three dogs after many years of having six.
But I'll do a quick rundown of the dogs that have been part of our lives and this blog for the past three years.
Sweet Bear ( the original of Ursa who lives on in the Goodweather books) and happy Jack have been gone about a year .
Dan, the Border Collie, Maggie, the Mountain Cur (original of Elizabeth Goodweather's Molly,) and William (Elizabeth's James) remain. Dan's the youngest -- maybe four. Maggie is twelve, William is older -- maybe fourteen.
The cats Eddie and Miss Susie Hutchins both seem ageless.
Often appearing in my pictures are Otis (in front) and Ali Ali. They live with Justin and Claui in another house on our farm.
So many happy memories . . .
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