My long time friend, Anne, was visiting me in 1997 and said, “You need a dog.”  Of course she was right.  My first dog and last (at that time) were Australian Shepherd mixes, so off to a breeder I went and found Molly. 

She was a great dog and companion—loved to go to the park, play in water, and could pick up “tricks” very easily—like “take a bow” when she would go down on her front legs with the back ones upright.  Molly loved to travel and liked her walks and boat rides at Lake Tahoe

Unfortunately, Molly died unexpectedly at 8 years of age.  She was fine when I went to dinner and dead when I got home.  Her vet could only say the problem was an autoimmune disease. 

She is dearly missed and will be waiting at Rainbow bridge. 

Carol