Up the road or down, sometimes further afield, often not for long, we're out most days.
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.
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.
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very sweet...
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.
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