So it begins. Christopher just told me that I "need to start communicating with the world". Molly wasn't a "human being" so she gets a pretty short window for grieving. Well, screw him. There are only 4 things I actually HAVE TO DO. First: get up and go to work. Second: pay the bills because "administration" has always been my job. Third: feed the bird because otherwise she'll starve and while I may have put my heart in a lead box, I don't want to add her to the list of animals who are dead because they lived with me. Finally: I have to pick up Kailey after work on Tues/Thurs and watch her on Sat too. Kailey, my beloved little Sugarpuss. How am I ever going to deal with Molly's death with you. At 3, everything you know about death you've learned from me. So now we'll add Molly to the plot in the backyard where "Jazz and Figaro are sleeping with God" and you can add her to the list of things you ask me about that continue to break my heart. I wonder if your Mom thinks I'm dangerous to be around...................