It has now been 4 weeks since we lost our little Molly. Time doesn't heal the pain but it eases it. We got the Christmas tree and the decorations from the loft at the weekend, ready to celebrate yule. This, our first without her since she came into our lives in 1995 will be difficult. Molly loved walking with her tail up (as she always did) just close enough to the tree to rattle a few baubles and occasionally knock a few off! We think she loved to do that to hear the rustle of the tinsel and the tinkling of the ornaments. Sarah hung some of the ornaments on the lower branches this year in honour of our girly. When I get the colour printer working again I will print a little picture of her and put it under the tree among the snowflakes and tinsel.
On her little casket is a leaf, something she always enjoyed chasing. Molly was never a "birder" it always seemed beneath her to chase them, I put this down to the tutelege of her older brothers (except Kit, a shocking birder in his youth!). Besides, being as bright and white as she was she might as well have had a big neon sign above her saying "Here I am birdies"
We still miss you our little Molly Twitchett. Enjoy chasing leaves in the forest until we join you and all your brothers at the Rainbow Bridge.
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