On the day Patrick passed Aaron's days of life, 18 years 3 days 12 hours and 15 or so minutes, Molly went to Heaven. She is running and lounging in the sun with her other boy. Her time with Patrick, Cathy, me is done.
Molly picked us out when Patrick was less than 2. An all around hunter Molly retired from active pursuit of birds and fowl in November '05. A month earlier she gave Doc lessons in flushing grouse and took him to school retrieving ducks in the water. A Chesapeake of any age would be humiliated to be out swam by a Setter, but Doc is not just any lug. He knew Molly ruled.
Molly outlasted her hunting days by 38 months. She was the constant peace in a home of sadness. Aaron loved to sleep in the sun with Molly. Patrick let her on his bed--until he was ready to sleep, then he'd give her the boot. Cathy could make Molly move from the pillow to the foot of the bed just looking at her---to avoid the mental telepathy Molly would try to not look her in the eye, but eventually Cathy's powers proved too much and Molly sulked to the foot. She would creep back in the night until she had the spot she owned. Grandma Lucy had her own tug of bed with Molly. At 80 she had to hustle to get in bed before Molly snuggled into the most cozy compression.
In the clinic Molly rested in her bed. She had a case of the Shivers. When Patrick and his friend Amanda entered the building, Molly's tail wagged. She knew he was nearby. I noticed the tail wag and then the shivers calmed when she sensed her boy. With her family around her Cathy and I saw the biggest smile on Molly's face. She knew she was loved. Patrick told Molly to 'go to Air-Bear'. I coaxed her to 'hunt em up in heaven'. Big Sobs. Big Tears.
The sleep was instant. Calm over her face first. Her eyes closed slowly. Molly let go. Peaceful. Goodbye.
Before I fell asleep it occurred to me, Aaron had come home 4 year ago on January 22.
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