Our Sweet Molly

Our Sweet Molly died Monday February 25 at 7:06 am.

She was the SWEETEST and EASIEST dog.

She was gentle, kind, patient, and so well mannered.

We giggle and say she was "such a lady".  

She had an enlarged heart, fitting for this little girl who LOVED everyone.  The past three years she has had good months and hard ones, but with every bad one she ALWAYS rallied.  So I expected the same this time around.  She began her cough a few weeks ago. She has been on medication for 3 years and the cough was actually getting better. 

Monday morning, I took Hayden to football at 6 am.  Molly got up with me and did her normal routine. Mackay was getting ready and Aaron was leaving a little before 7 am.  .  Molly always perched herself on TOP of the corner cushions on her little blue blanket.  I was laying on the couch with Daisy at my feet and Molly above my head. I asked Aaron if she was there as he left.  She was. 

Minutes later, I heard a screech.  It scared me.  Molly never makes any noises.  It was like a yelp - so loud that Mackay heard it from his room.  I jumped up and saw Molly's arched neck and she whimpered a little then put her head back down.  Mackay came down and Kenz came up from the basement.  We just kept petting and talking to her while she took her last two breaths. 

I hated everything about it but was grateful she was home with us in her surrounding.  She went on her time and in her home. Later, Mackay said he was glad it was over.  We all knew it was going to happen but the wondering when was hard.  I knew I didn't have the strength to take her in to be put down.  She could still jump on the couch, wag her tail for treats, nudge Daisy away to snuggle with one of us.  I felt she wasn't "there" yet.  To be honest, I prayed - yes I prayed about our puppy - that she would make it clear to me when she was ready.  I am so glad I never had to make that decision.

Aaron came home and after we loved and cuddled her, we tried to let Daisy have a second with her sissy.  But as protective as Daisy is of Molly, she was too confused about what had happened and maybe a little scared.  She was curious but kept her distance.

Kenz and I cried all. day. long.  We continue to cry.  

Daisy is sad.  She is somber. Definitely not herself.

Our family received the sweetest notes from friends and family who knew how much we loved our little Molly and know how sad we are.

I will miss our sweet girl.  As much as my mom didn't like dogs, I really hope Molly is sitting by her in heaven as she with did us on earth.