last night we had some people over for dinner, and it was a lovely time, but people were telling pet stories, and kevin started a story with “we had a dog named mollie.”

it was a funny story, about the fact that mollie always barked when anybody came anywhere near the house, and now chester the cat carries on that tradition by growling when somebody shows up.

but just hearing “we had a dog named mollie” made me inexplicably sad.  of course i’ve been sad since she died, but just that these people never knew our wonderful dog, that she’s gone forever…i woke up at 4:30 and thought about that and started crying, and i’ve been so sad ever since.

she was such a very good dog.  you had to know her.

ok then,

grace on monday.