Friday was a very hard day.  We made the decision to put our 14 year old family dog Molly to sleep.  She blew a disc and was in so much pain we couldn’t let her spend the rest of her life like this.  She couldn’t stand up on her own and kept falling over when she tried to walk. She was hurting so much her face didn’t even look like our Molly McButter.  I have never had to help make a decision like this before and while I know we made the right choice I still cry every day.

It is hard for me to describe how losing Molly has made me feel tiny.  For the first time ever I am starting to realize just how small my family has recently become.  My picture of family has alway been Mom, Ron, Jamie, Coby, Molly and me.  In just under two years first Coby, then Ron and now Molly are all gone.  It is now Mom, J and me...just like when I was a child.

I guess it is time to start making more family of my choosing to replenish the family that is floating ever so close but out of my sight.  It still hurts immensely to let go and move forward but I have no choice now do I?