We got word last night from Craig's brother Drew, that Molly, one of Drew's beloved pooches had eaten a slew of his medical garbage which had impacted her stomach and intestines. Craig lived with Molly for a year and a half while living with Drew in Coldwater so he is devastated.
She was an integral part in my coming to love dogs. Large dogs had been a source of fear for me, but meeting "baby" I just couldn't remain afraid!
While the early reports sounded like she was as good as gone, when we spoke to Drew around 9:30pm, the vet had said she was doing better and provided she made it through the night her odds were very good. Craig seemed to have a sense of optimism, I didn't share; but of course, I was grateful she was still here. That was good enough.
Sadly, Molly didn't make it through the night and is being cremated to be burried in the ground she loved to run through.
Craig and I will be going up in the spring for that occassion, but in the meantime, it's just more sadness.
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