Dr. Molly

About a week ago I was diagnosed with van incurable condition. It is nothing life threatening (at least not yet) But I honestly believe that Molly knew long before I, or even the Doctor, ever did. I had noticed about two months ago that Molly would never stray more than about two feet from me when we were in the apartment. A lot of times she would just sit there and stare at me like she was trying to communicate with me. She would watch me so intensely like she thought I was going to keel over at any second. When I found out last week she circled the wagons around me even tighter. Now she knows I know. Molly and I are in this together. I wouldn't have it any other way. Now if I could only get her to talk.