by Tammy DalNogare
I remember the day my brother Jeff asked if his dog Molly could come to stay at our brother Ronnie's house, "just for a week or two", was Jeff's request. That was six years ago - hey what is family for?! Last night Molly died at the ripe old age of 13, she lived a long and happy life. I know she has mourned her companion, Ziggy since he passed on during a hurricane, on September 16, 1999. She was fat and sassy (although quite deaf) up to the very end. I am thankful she was not sick and she did not suffer, peacfully dying in her sleep. To my brother Ronnie, I know there is a special place in heaven for you, may you find comfort in your memories of both Ziggy and Molly. You, Cindy, and the kids gave these dogs a wonderful life and a happy home. There aren't many people like you guys in this world, I know that Ziggy and Molly were lucky to have had you!