On Wednesday February 14, 2007 at about 6:15 PM our beloved companion and pet Dalmatian, Molly took her last ride.  For 12+ years my wife and I have provided food and lodging to a very strange, smart, neurotic, quick, often lazy, strong, and lovable dog who never met a couch or a bed she didn't like.  At the beginning of February Molly had been diagnosed with kidney failure (was it the dog food we decided to change a couple months earlier?).  She remained in reasonable good health (but slightly weaker) for a couple of weeks after the diagnosis, but quickly went downhill over the weekend of Feb 10-11.  At times over the years I felt (only slightly jokingly) that the spirit of my dead Grandmother inhabited her.  Recently, since my mother's passing, it seemed maybe her spirit was making a visit through Molly.  While we hated to loose her, we didn't want to see her suffer, even though getting out of the car at the Vet's office she was vigorously wagging her tail while trying to walk in the other direction from the office door, as if to say "Just let me go and I'll take care of this myself".   We did have 12 incredible years together (and boy did she heat up the bed in winter).  All dogs do go to heaven, right?  It's been 10 years...even if not having fun, time sure flies...