Molly is home. She is in a little burial urn that looks like a casket. It's sealed watertight so I can bury her without worrying (too much). Mom is going to buy me the planter soon and then I can see if Bordine's has my viola or if I have to order it. I cried: sitting in the car willing myself to go in the clinic; getting her ashes; on the way home; at home. Dr. Smaller talked with me for awhile too, and made sure I knew that it was also hard for him and everyone else there, they all loved Mollypop so so much. I brought them some daffodils and a card with a picture of her. I'm going to ask Nate to draw me a picture of her too, 'cause he's a really good artist. I'm going to get a nameplate engraved at Sporthorse or Dover or something with her name and dates so I can affix it to the planter. Sigh. Right now she is on a shelf in the niche in my living room. I have to say the house feels a little less empty, oddly enough. I talked to Mom and realized that when Frankie dies, it won't be this hard for me. I love him too but Molly was my first dog, and Frankie and I don't have quite the level of attachment that Molly and I did.
Anyway.
I took my Bio exam and though I tried to study hard for it, my brain wasn't working. Still think I did fairly well - out of 65 questions I think I got 10-15 wrong. Hopefully. I will probably still get a C or D in the class. Bah.
I have to try to go out to Lynnda's today to pick up my stuff (half chaps, newer boots, newer helmet) 'cause apparently she's abruptly closing the barn! Jann emailed me today to tell me. Weird.
Yeah.
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