Molly died last night, peacefully and at home. She’d gotten sick with something mysterious shortly after I did in early March. She didn’t get over the sneezes when I got better, but there were no answers for us other than supportive care. So we’ve been home together at the right time and yesterday was the day.
Molly you’ll recall is the wee kit who almost didn’t make it home with me after visiting with my Dad in 2010. Mom suggested that maybe they’re together now.
The other two slept close by me last night and we managed to stay warm and now we go on.
…and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:andmay came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea
—E. E. Cummings, maggie and milly and molly and may
