Feb 3, 2006
This afternoon, at approximately 3:30, my beloved cat Mollie died.
She was 17-and-a-half (human) years old.
I was backing out of our sloping driveway and didn't see her. I didn't mean too, and the sense of guilt and loss I feel is indescribable. I take comfort in our many wonderful years together, and that though I was responsible for her end, it was quick, dignified and I was with her.
If you have a cat (or any other pet), please give them a cuddle, and tell them how much you love them.
I hope everyone has the chance to have their own Mollie.
Good-bye my beautiful girl. You always loved me no matter what, and my body bears the scratch marks of 17 years of your pawing. I hope you know how sorry I am, and how much you were loved and will be missed. You will always be in my heart.