I was going to make a post today about the ides of march, about how political divide and isolation can kill a national beliefs and so much more. However, my family was hit with a hard choice today. As my mom and dad came home they found our pet dog, Molly, in pain. She had just turned 15. So we did the humane, christian, thing. We put her down. It’s hard. I won’t lie. To watch your beloved pet, who your oldest memory is of her. Die. Right in front of you. As you pet her one last time. It hurts, a lot.
So today I will leave you guys with this wonderful photo of my baby Molly. Molly if you’re up there, I miss you so much. Take care of Grandpa Oz, okay? Say hi to GiGi. Thank you for reading, don’t hurt yourself, God bless.