Eulogy for an irreplaceable canine
My sister-in-law’s dog, Molly, died recently. She was a sweet, graying Portuguese water dog, one of the gentlest pups I’ve ever met. She displayed a propensity for stealing food off the counter, refused to walk in heat, rain or cold and had an unhealthy obsession with eating dirt, but otherwise, she was an excellent pooch. My kids also grew up with her. They don’t remember a time before Molly was born. And though she didn’t live with us, they somehow felt as if she were also a little bit “their” dog. During the pandemic, my sister-in-law, who lived across the street from ...
