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Molly took a turn for the worse last night. She's moving very stiffly and making pained noises. I couldn't reach anyone at the Humane Society or Animal Trustees of Austin. I called the vet clinic and explained my sidtuation (disabled, no transportation, elderly cat in a bad way) and the woman there recommended I call a mobile vet and gave me some numbers.

Oh go, I'm... desperately trying to find a mobile vet who'll cut me a price break on a gentle home euthanasia. That's what's happening. I hurt so much.

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I took a bunch of phone calls, but I finally found a mobile vet willing and able to come by. Kidney failure. I held Molly and told stories about her while the vet (who was very kind) ended her suffering.

I can't believe my Mollywog is gone.

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My mother sent me some vintage bone china teacups. It wasn't connected to anything else. She'd had them a long time, she had them when I was a kid. It wasn't until she saw me coveting the teacups at Uncommon Objects that she realized I'd always admired them. So I got a box in the mail today



This is one of them, "Irish Elegance" by Royal Standard. The other one is by Paragon and I don't know the name of the pattern, but it's a colorful floral that looks vaguely like dogwoods to my uneducated eye.

The enclosed note said that tea always tasted better in them. I told her I'd make an extra special point of using the best tea when I drank from them as well!




When my finances recover I need to get a memorial tattoo for Molly. I'm torn between a picture of a cat, or a quote from The Last Unicorn, since she was named for Molly Grue and Molly Grue had some great lines.