My Sweet Baby Girl Molly
(Oshkosh WI USA)
Valentines Day 2010
My sweet baby girl Molly, who I loved more than life itself, passed away on May 18th 2010 at 7:20am. On June 9th she would have been 15 yrs old. She was a Lhasa Apso and the sweetest little girl. I never thought of her as a pet or a dog, she was always my baby.
She was so smart she had many many toys and she knew all of them. She had several different birds and if you told her to get her cardinal she did or her oriole or duck she knew the difference between a tennis ball and golf ball. My sister taught her in less than 30 minutes to roll over 3 times and sit up and beg for a treat.
When she was 9 she had knee surgery but she loved to go walking with me, so I got her a baby stroller and she rode in that up until her last days. She would let me know when she wanted out and when she was ready to go back up. She would let you know if she wanted to be picked up and held. She was my princess. All the people on our walk used to say here comes Princess Molly on her throne.
My life hasn't been the same since she first got sick. She started with a cough which my vet said was a part of aging, with the larynx not being as firm. But it turns out by April of this year it was more serious than that. I took to see a cardiologist and I was told she had pulmonary hypertension, they put on a medication that dilates the blood vessels. She was doing so well for about 3 weeks and, she started to have cramping and diarrhea. So I took her in and the vet said the cramping was coming from her struggle to breath and sucking in air while eating and drinking. So they put her on a medication that would help that and upped her lung meds.
When I went to go pick her up from the vet on May 17th to bring her home from being in oxygen therapy, she struggled so hard to breath that the vet recommended she spend the night in oxygen therapy and to call in the morning. I cried so hard as I walked out of the vets office on that Monday night not knowing what I was going to do; if the doubling the meds didn't work I couldn't let her suffer struggling to breathe.
I never had to make that decision, my sweet Molly did it for me, the vet said she work up at 6am took her pills, ate, went outside, came back in they put her back in oxygen. She sat up for awhile watching everybody at the vet work, he thought she was laying down to go to sleep at 7:20 when he looked and saw that she had passed away.
He called me at 8am and that was the day my world came to a screeching halt and hasn't started spinning again. I went there held her and never wanted to let go. But I knew I had to, so I went and bought a beautiful marble urn and had her picture mounted to it and the urn engraved. She now is on my roll top desk.
But for me life has stopped while everybody else keeps going. I cry all the time and am so miserable, it hurts so bad, I have pictures of her all over my house. I always did she was such a ham every time I took my camera out she would sit down in front of me and pose. She was the best thing that every happened to me and I miss her so.