I miss her. I surely miss her.
Molly was only six. She and I had lived together for more than five of those years. And for the last year of her life we had been traveling, just the two of us, side-by-side, to places alien to both of us, where the only familiar faces were each other’s.
I lost my first dog, Coggie, many years ago, while in school. Her loss still hurts, too. But time and memories have provided soothing antidotes to grief.
