Friday 4 July 2014

Woods between Quessoy and Hénon, morning.

Molly no longer knows where she is, but I stop where she used to bark and wind down the windows. She raises her head and snuffs the cool woody breezes.

2 comments:

Crafty Green Poet said...

very sweet...

Lucy said...

Thanks Juliet. She's very weak and poorly now, and I doubt we'll have her much longer, but while she can still muster some enthusiasm for a ride in the car, and isn't apparently in pain, we can't yet make that final car trip to the vet.

A sad and difficult time.