I cut off my right arm this afternoon. At least that's how it feels. Molly is gone.
She'd been gone for a while, truth be told. As she had so many other times in my life, she was waiting for me to see what should have been obvious. In the past, she was waiting to help me; this time she needed my help. I wish I could have offered it more selflessly.
Rest easy, old girl. Thanks for everything.