My quirky Princess is gone. Even when I got the cancer diagnosis, I had hoped for more time, but it wasn't to be.
She is hard to sum up. She was a middling racer, 66 races, but a first class momma dog, 33 puppies, some of whom I had the pleasure of watching run. She was a quiet, reserved dog, always polite, I called her my PBD, plain brindle dog. But, in her own mind, she was a princess. A delicate, 70 lb flower It took me awhile to catch on to that, but I did, and gave the princess her due. She had plenty of quirks, too. She loved to go for walks, but hated going anywhere new. She was highly suspicious of anything new, in fact. Once she had seen/heard/tasted something a few times, then it was familiar and OK. She liked dogs better than people, but she was my rock. She calmly put up with all of Fletcher's issues, and Sallie's flakiness. She ignored the cats. The cats, and Sallie are very subdued, even Fat Ethel is sad. Molly wasn't flashy, but she will leave a huge hole in this household, and in my heart.
Run free my Princess, may you always have sunny dirt to lie in and bacon to eat.