My parents put Molly to sleep on Monday. When I went home to do some laundry today, her bowls weren't by the stove anymore. My mom gathered up all of her things from their homes around the house, but can't quite seem to get rid of them yet. They're all just sitting in a corner of the kitchen, forlorn and unused, but not forgotten.
I haven't been particularly attached to her lately, but it's still hard to imagine home without Molly. She's been around for practically as long as I can remember.