Gallop free at the Rainbow Bridge, Daisy Mae. You will be sorely missed here on earth, but thank you so much for hanging in and spending your last Christmas with the ones who loved you so. Now, you go find my Gracie up there at the Bridge, okay? She's a mostly Dane, and almost all black - you will recognize her by the white Taj Mahal on her chest, and the white toes. She'll run and run and run with you, which I am picturing now, and then collapse in a great big nap at the end.

Hugs to you, Molly and to Mike.