A Rough Night

Molly had a rough night last night. Those are getting more and more frequent for her. She laid in the same spot all night long and barely lifted her head up when I leaned down to pet her. She didn't follow me into the living room like she normally does when I pace in there and if I was ever going to find the mythical Fountain of Youth, I would find it for Molly. I would not even use it for myself. I would let her lap it all up.