MOLLY Jan 1, 1992 to Sept 15, 2007Wow, I can't believe it's been a year already since we lost our little Molly. Last year I remember saying "things couldn't get worse" and then they did... the day she died. She was actually 15 years old and I knew it was inevitable, I had been seeing her get thinner, greyer, pickier, quieter, her eyes more cloudy, sleeping a lot more. But I was NOT ready to let her go...we never are though.
I would always say she was my first born. We babied her so much...taking her to grandpa's to be babysat while we went out, because we had been at work all day and didn't want her left alone too long. She was our child before we had children.
I remember how when I would come in the door I would yell, "mommy's home" and she'd come tearing through the house to greet me. I'd pick her up and she'd snuggle in my neck and lick me and get so excited.
She was not a kid dog though. She loved us, but she didn't love the kids as they came along. It wasn't until she started losing her sight that the kids could pick her up and snuggle her. She wasn't friendly to strangers either. But you love them anyway. She was a part of our lives for a very long time she actually slept with us every night.
I'll never forget the last few days, it was Thursday and she stopped eating and drinking, I panicked and kept trying to coax her to eat. I went to the store and bought all kinds of dog food hoping she'd find one that was appetizing so she'd eat. Friday was the same and early on Saturday I finally realized that it was ending and I'd have to take her to the vet on Monday. That day (Sat) we needed to shop for some things and were going to be gone for a few hours. At the last minute we decided to run to Ross which is close by and found what we were looking for so we were only gone for a very short time. When we got home I was sitting near her and felt an urgency to pick her up. I took her in the bathroom and was trying to coax her to drink something, pleading with her not to die on me and then I felt her take a big breath and nothing. I yelled for Shawn and we cried together, he took her and wrapped her in a blanket and put her in a box. We told the kids, we cried, we had a little viewing, we cried, we burried her, we cried. It was the worst day! I am so glad that at least I was there, if we had gone with our original plan we wouldn't have been around. I am grateful that it happened naturally and I didn't have to have the vet do it, that would have been harder for ME. We haven't adopted a new puppy yet, we'll be ready soon I think. Until then, we love you Molly and miss everything about you!
Wendy and Penny.
Kayla... she was getting the car loaded (she was the one most anxious to get home)
Me and Penny again. Penny got all dressed up to get home to her Big Rig. (had to be there!)
And this is the beautiful new cabin of Wendy's generous parents we stayed in. Lots of laughter, girl movies, good food, and chit chat that will last me until the next time we are lucky enough to do it again!
