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On our last night with Molly, Tootie insisted that we read Dog Heaven aloud to Molly. Of course, I sobbed the whole way through.
This is a wonderful children's book about an afterlife for dogs.
Group cuddle.
And now here are some happier memories. These photos were taken when Molly was in her prime.
Molly always was an over-sized lapdog.
These next few photos illustrate the Battle of Red Chair.
During my years as a single girl, I had this cute red chair that Molly adored.
The canine lounger.
Problem is, when Hubs and I got married, Hubs decided he liked the chair too. There were times when they would actually race for the chair. When Hubs got it, Molly would lie in wait …
When he gets up to refill his coffee mug, he will lose that chair.
Victory!
They tried on occasion to share, but …
... that didn't work so well.
One year, Hubs decided he would be the one to groom Molly. So he ran out and bought some puppy trimmers.
The dog was skeptical.
“Oh, look,” our vet said when we went in soon after. “It’s the Faith Hill cut!”
Molly's mommy did not like the cut. On Faith or the dog.
Molly was a great outdoor dog. She loved Frisbee, ball and hiking. Oh, and grilling. Because she got the leftovers.
"Yeah, I know it's slimy, but please throw it again!"
After we got rid of the Red Chair, Molly found a new place to nap.
Doggie in the laundry basket.
These last two photos are among my favorites:
On top of Pinnacle.
I miss you, Molly. RIP.
Like a renegade... 
Poor Molly Dog!
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She was a very special soul, Cathy. I’m glad she had such a wonderful friend to take care of her during her life.
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So so sad!
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This is a wonderful tribute to your sweet friend. I know how heavy your heart must feel right now, and I know you’ll miss her forever and ever. I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge….
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food and water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing – they miss someone very special to them, who had been left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. The bright eyes are intent; the eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to break away from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster and faster. YOU have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face. Your hands again caress the beloved head. And you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
THEN YOU CROSS RAINBOW BRIDGE TOGETHER
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