Molly

My dog died. Her name was Molly and she was in part a yellow lab with paws that suggested a size she never quite grew into. She died yesterday, or the day before, the email wasn't clear. My dog died in New Mexico where she lived her entire life and now her ashes are to be buried in the sandy soil, in the chamisa filled yard where she ran when she was young and rested when she grew older. It's a fine spot. She was happy there. She'll remain happy there.