If you're getting this, its because you touched, or were somehow touched by, a very special little girl. Maybe you lived with her, maybe you didn't know her, but rallied for her, maybe you "worked" with her, or maybe she bit the crap out of you. A Tribute to Mollie, my "Beautiful Squirrel": http://youtube.com/watch?v=3NubdxAWd5Y Mollie's been through a lot in the last couple years, but she's always been tougher than a cockroach. The last few weeks we've all been sad about Rudy's lymphoma diagnosis (this is likely his last christmas.) - even though she was scrawny and balding, the last thing we expected was for this to happen. On christmas eve, we drove her to ACMP, and met Dr. Paul (who is a big part of why she stuck around this long) and his daughter and a tech. Mollie hadn't been feeling well. After some tests, we learned that she was blocked up. While we didn't know if she swallowed something or if her insides were just deteriorated (likely, since she'd been living with IBS for a couple of years.), she was too weak to do anything for other than ease her pain, for good. What would have been more unthinkable would have been to hope for a miracle and leave her overnight, where she would have likely died alone and in pain. Right before it happened, she stood up, shivering, and stuck her face in my face. She always was such a trooper, i think she just wanted to rest. I wanted her to, too. It was the right thing to do. I kept my face by her face, and dave was right there too. It was quick and fast and peaceful. I think i've found the perfect urn for her ashes. I hope everyone is well. -L. [Posted in FML 5835]