Poem Dad wrote for Mum about Mollie shortly after Mollie passed away... IS MOLLIE COMING ? Is Mollie coming ? Her eyes and whole being move in eager anticipation. Of course she's coming. We fiddle with the lead round her soft brown ears and wriggling neck To find the silver collar ring. We're ready. She's ready - for all the best and brightest things: The next adventure. Will it be the car ? Yes, probably, First of all, at least, looking out onto the whizzing world From her own look-out seat. Then the walks. That's what it's all about. Well, runs, really: Mad scampering muddy chases after hidden searched-for balls In fields and parks and sun and glorious air. At home, she is quiet and tired and good and still, And loves her little bed by the window: but she is alive to every sound. Later, years later, the days are more fragile, And there are visits to the man in the white coat. The air is darker under the silent sky. Is Mollie coming ? Well, not today. Today is different from the days we used to know, And she has taken her joy and excitement to another place. I think she has gone to where there are throngs of people And bushes and trees and grass and smells, and where the sun shines Endlessly on laughing leaps and jumps on happy waving hills - And where everything is always good about everything. Russell Corfe, 2015.