bunn

I so much hoped that my beautiful Mollydog would recover from her latest illness. She'd been through so many medical problems of one kind or another and always come back strong and happy. I suppose I had begun to hope, despite her age, that she was indestructible.

But last night she began struggling to breathe and we could not get her comfortable. We rushed her to the vet (who came in specially at half past midnight, poor man). He thought at first that an emergency operation might be worth a try - which was a terrible dilemma, as I had made up my mind that I didn't want to put her through yet another major surgical procedure. But in the end she went downhill too fast. I and