My parents' dog, Molly, passed away a couple of days after my sister and her family left town. She was 15 years old. She wasn't doing very well at the end and had some pretty serious health problems. She had lost quite a bit of weight and couldn't hear much anymore in addition to other problems. She ended up lasting longer than any of us thought that she would. My parents got her my senior year of high school and she was always such a hyper, energetic dog that LOVED people. She was very patient with kids and loved to be petted. I know that Baby K has looked for her the last couple of times that we have been to my parents' house - she loved to pet her and chase her around the house.
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