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IN MEMORY OF MOLLY: She never gave up. She never gave in.


Molly spent the first half of her life in a cage, birthing litter after litter of dachshund puppies for a heartless breeder.

I dug a hole this morning.

I dug it in the woods behind my house, in a shaded spot on a hill between my son’s treehouse and my wife’s birdhouse.


Molly loved food. Any food, all food. She once stole a hunk of pork loin off my plate. She would have eaten her leg if there was a way.

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Phillip Tutor — — is a Star columnist. Follow him at