My little Westie, Molly, passed away this week. She lived a long and happy life, to the ripe old age of 15 1/2.
When I first got her as a puppy, I lived in a house. I don't have any puppy pictures with me, but I do have a picture of her doing her favorite thing - watching TV. She even seemed to understand the plot line, and would start barking when the bad guys went after the good guys.
After I started RVing, she would sit on my lap so she could see the TV.
By far, her favorite person was her "sister," Corrie.
And her least favorite thing was getting a bath.
She really loved having a "new outside" every day. In my old trailer, she had her very own window.
In the new trailer, I could open up a door so she could see out.
She got to do some pretty exciting things, even kayaking with her very own PFD.
She was buried at the pet cemetery outside Yuma. It's off the road to Algodones, and a really nice place.
I know her grave doesn't look like much, but I plan to make something special to mark it.
Goodbye, Molly! I really miss you.