We say goodbye to Molly

This is a postscript to a post from here three months ago, and I'll make the text for this short and sweet. In December, I wrote about the passing of 13-year-old Bear, one of Lee Ann's two dogs that came with us to North Carolina last summer. In that post, I mentioned that Molly, Bear's 15-year-old mother, a Silky Terrier who had survived her offspring, was having some health issues of her own.

Molly has had a few tumors on her belly since I've known her, and that goes back to 2014. She has suffered from arthritis for almost as long, making it cumbersome for her to walk (although I did witness her spring into a sprint on a few occasions when she saw a squirrel during our limited walks in the park while I was in Indy). And she has put on weight in the past couple years, no doubt adding to her mobility issues.

The tumors recently became impossible to ignore, and she began to bleed from them last week. Monday, Lee Ann made the difficult call to put her down, and she now has joined Bear wherever dogs meet once they leave this earth.

I present a handful of pictures of Molly in this post. The one leading off the post is my favorite of her. It was taken two years ago shortly after we got home from an appointment with a groomer in Indy. Below, in order, she is 1) in the driveway of our home in North Carolina after a rain early this year, 2) on the bed in Indy a couple years ago, 3) with Bear in their sleeping spot of the kitchen, also in Indy and also a couple years ago; 4) in her bed at the home in North Carolina; and 5) the last heart to heart I had with her shortly before our trip to the vet's office Monday.