My sister and I slept with her in the living room. I didn't get a wink of sleep for I was constantly taking care of Molly, and plus Berkley could not settle down. I can't imagine what's going through his mind, but I could tell that he knew that Molly was dying. He laid down next to me and Molly. Golden Retrievers are a happy breed, but I think he knows that today is a sad day.
All I can do is distract myself, but I haven't found the right activity yet. I do need to finish packing, but that can't happen until I go back to my apartment in Ann Arbor. That's another emotional event happening for me. I wasn't going to move back home until next week, but because of Molly's health I decided the time was now.
I'm taking a break for a while from all of this blogging and perhaps crafting. Hopefully my next post will be a tutorial to make a cute little upcycled treasure.
Goodbye Molly. You were the best dog and friend I could ever ask for.