Molly was a great companion
Molly, almost 15 actually, started declining in health and weight recently. Mom had said that she went downhill so fast. She found her dead this morning. She passed during the night.
She was a good dog and faithful companion. She's in Scottie heaven now.
Molly was a great dog. I think I will put up a memorial page for her.
My mom told some hilarious stories about Molly.
Molly was raised with cats and as such, she would sit on the back of the couch. Being a Scottie, it wasn't that hard for her to fit there.
She would also jump in the window from the chair. "If the cats do it, why can't I?"
The funniest story she told was one of Molly trying to tell mom's good friend something.
Pat had come over to see mom and tell her the latest news. Well, Molly had something she wanted to say to Pat, but Pat said, "Shush Molly, let me speak first." Well, Molly kept woofing and yapping trying to get her attention. After Pat finished with her tale, she turns to Molly and says, Molly, what did you want to say?"
Molly, disgusted at this point, closed her jaws and turned her head away, in an ovious fit of pique and refused to talk to Pat and completely ignored her.
Aren't pets just precious?
Anne
Mr. Spunky's mom
