Goodbye my darling Molly.
My strange and beautiful dog.
8 January 2010.
Probably 16 years old.
And we still don't know all the breeds you had in you.
My wiry, happy, loyal, intelligent, crazy dog. Your "mad dogging" and "crazy legs" will always make me laugh.
And goodbye to my sleek, sweet, talkative Kayla.
My loud and opinionated, neurotic and suave, Siamese cross.
My little grey girl.
Softest fur in the world.
Big green eyes.
Nearly 15, so you had a good long run, my darling. But we wanted more time.
1 February 2010
My loud and opinionated, neurotic and suave, Siamese cross.
My little grey girl.
Softest fur in the world.
Big green eyes.
Nearly 15, so you had a good long run, my darling. But we wanted more time.
1 February 2010
I miss you both, so much.
I still cry.
I still see you out the corner of my eye.
Keep expecting to hear you howl with happy, when I come home, my Molly girl.
And Kayla – your spot outside in the sunshine, on the stair, is very bare without you.
The Harmonious Crow 