Molly, you will be missed!
Our puppy of over 14 years had to be put down yesterday. I don’t do well with this kind of thing—I’m never exactly sure how to express my feelings. But my sister does. And she did a perfect job of capturing Mollypuppy’s life.
As with most of the people close to me in life, I hardly ever call them by their names. Molly was always Pretty Girl, and I like to think that she knew that was part of her name. She was definitely the prettiest. Sure, she was cute, but her sheen coat, regal, lady-like poses made her pretty.
It’s funny how the world goes ’round. I now have a puppy of my own who will hopefully grow to be old and gray with me, but Molly, Max, and Magic (our first dog ever) will always be with me.
Soundtrack to this Post
Explosions in the Sky—Sonho Dourado
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I didn’t cry until after I wrote that last night, because I was forced to really think about the situation. It was a hard thing to do, but I wanted to honor her in that way. I guess I needed it, too.