The Last

The last of my tears for a while.

Just resting for a bit.

Molly was 17 years old with an infection and a blood disorder.  I decided to put her down this morning.  I hope this will be the last of my tears for a while.  It has been a hell of a two weeks.  I just want to lay down and not get up but I still have things I have to do before that time.

But I’m not the only one.  My dear friend up North has her Lady ( her dog) who just stopped eating.  Lady has been Edna companion for many years and now she might be giving up.  Edna will be heartbroken if Lady goes.