Molly
Molly
Molly.
She was not always the one in the spotlight but she was today.
Today was her final day here on earth with me and Kenzie Belle and everyone else that loves her. She spent it as she usually does, beside my chair in the office, in her round fuzzy dog bed.
Her sweet, sweet heart had grown too big for her body and she was struggling with breathing.
Molly came from the Humane Society of Skagit Valley in July 2014 just by a fluke. I was following them on Facebook, naming all their dogs each night late, for a donation. I received a DM from them they were getting a plane load of little dogs in from a high kill shelter in California, and I could have first pick. I waited impatiently until 11pm when they started posting photos. My neighbour and I, and the current two dogs, drove down the next weekend to meet them all. I wasn’t looking for a second, but Kenzie thought she wanted a sister. We met a few. She picked Molly. That lasted about year and then Molly decided she was here for me, not Kenzie. She never left my side. Literally. There is a reason why everything happens and Molly was meant to be mine.
She has had her struggles. But she has always been the most Happiest Dog Ever. And always thought she could take on the world, and every big dog she came across... but only when they were walking away.
A friend of mine managed to do a very last minute communication with Molly and relaying messages from me to her and Molly back to me. I was crying more than I was when I made the decision to do this today, but I am so thankful that I reached out to ask her. I will cherish Molly’s words to me, to not be sad and to “fill your heart” and she will be with me and waiting for me.
I love you, my Little Monkey. Go find Gamma and wait for me there. I’ll see you soon.
Carolyn
