Sweet dreams dear Molly. What a poppet you have been. A street girl in Bulgaria, saved by a lovely lady who did similar to us here. Sadly she fell ill, but was sure to home all her puddings before she closed. You were timid and then you blossomed. The wash room with your throne of a chair, your grumpy barks, your strong willed ways. We have loved you. Nearly 17, your poor body did so well, and whilst years on heart pills, it was your hips that gave out on you in the end. We miss those big beautiful eyes, and that wagging tail wanting cuddles and a fuss. Be free now my little lovely, whatever language you speak over the bridge, let your singing be heard. OTRB 29 June 2019