This is my 100th post and I dedicate it to my dear furrend Molly who wented to the bridge this morning. We knowed she did not has much time left when I sawed her in St. Louis after Turkey Day, but even if'n you knows it is coming, it still does not make it any easier. Molly woz 13 years old and not in gud health any mores. Here is wot Molly's mom writed today:
Molly's gone. She got up and went outside but then she collapsed outside and couldn't get up. She was having a hard time breathing. The vet did an x-ray and an ultrasound and there was no blockage but the vet said that she could see a huge mass right next to her liver that was pushing on her stomach. She also said her heart was really small which meant there was restricted blood flow which made sense for her feet to be just stone cold. We had to put her to sleep - we didn't have a choice.I remember when I first metted Molly about 8 years ago, she tried to put the bitey on me! It was skeery. Our moms had to keep us separated for the first day until Molly gotted over herself. She did, and then we woz the bestest furrends. Molly's mom sayed that when our visit woz over and we wented back home to Noo Jersey, Molly cried for days coz she missed me. Her mom had to go adopt her sis Hannah to get her a furend! But when I sawed Molly this last time she remembered me and woz happy to see me. Rest in peace my furrend.