A Short Passage of Time

Life without Mollie can never possibly be the same as life with her. How could it? Everything is very quiet and unforgiving. Kim has nobody to snark at any more. (Kim doesn’t care at all, and I am grateful for that in so many ways.)

Mol never did anything at less than 100%, and I guess that includes getting ill. She was only really properly sick and sad for a few days, in the middle of it all. The rest of time she was just a quieter version of her normal self, but still able to do what she wanted to do. She first saw the vet the day after Boxing Day, and six weeks later she is gone.

She had surgery to remove the tumour on her spleen. She lost a lot of weight over the six weeks, and she lost a lot of fluids during the surgery, and she never really came around from the anesthetic. The chances were always slim, at her age, that she would be able to recover, and even if she did, she was unlikely to have had much time left anyway. She liked it at the vets, and she wasn’t a dog to be afraid of being left alone. She drifted away in her sleep at some point during the night.

I am so thankful for all the amazing people who have spared a thought for her in the weeks before, and the few days after. It means a lot to all of us. I’m sorry if I’ve not replied to messages, but I have read everything.