My sweet Molly
(San Diego, California USA)
My sweet Molly was just 8 weeks old when I carried her home hoping see wouldn't pee on me. My son was in the front seat and husband was driving. Molly was 13 when she died yesterday. Many health issues and finally after she tried to hide her hurt her body gave out. Saying goodbye was the hardest thing I have ever done. Not even watching my son walk away to go to college can compare to this loss. Every thing in every room reminds me of her. Every blanket I wash of hers makes me cry. Every time I look at the backyard I cry. I dread my walk tomorrow because my path will be the one we took. I hurt and miss her so much I'm sick to my stomach and don't want to eat. But I know I must eat and sleep or other consequences will happen. Please God take this hurt and give me comfort. I knew it would be hard but this is so much more. My sweet Molly I miss you forever and will soon be able to remember you in a different way I know but for now I'm missing you so much it hurts every minute of every day. I miss your bark at the pizza man, the leaves, children playing, trash cans, cars driving by; I miss your licks, rolling around the floor being "cute" and most of all your body at our feet on the bed. I love you my sweet Molly.