Molly Bids Adieu
We said goodbye to our sweet Miss Molly yesterday. If I ever make it to those pearly gates, I’m going to have a word with someone about the lifespan of dogs. It’s far too short and I’m not sure my heart can take any more holes.
Good Golly Miss Molly Dolly Lama left us just three months shy of her sixteenth birthday. She chased a ball and acted like a puppy right up until her last day.
Her gentle demeanour and big brown eyes won everyone over, and she never lost that wonderful sense of curiosity that kept us on our toes, and often had us laughing.
As a young dog, she had an affinity for socks and underthings. No one escaped her radar, especially visitors. If left alone with open guestroom doors, she’d collect bras and underwear, and proudly display them in the living room for all to see. Returning your guests’ underwear is one of those unique experiences you never imagined, when you brought your furball home.
When she got released from the twelve-step undergarment program, she got hooked on shoes. If we left her alone, she’d gather an oddball collection and keep them safe on the bed. She even managed to carry one of John’s dusty, steel-toed boots, complete with the unopened one-litre water bottle he’d shoved inside, up to the bed in the 5th wheel when we lived in Mexico.
The Cookie Hound
She was a cookie hound, which made her easy to train, and she unabashedly performed rollovers, indiscriminately shook paws, and begged with the best of them for the promise of a treat.
Molly could turn on the cute with a smile and a blink of her lashes, and was happy to show visitors her cookie jar. She’d adopt her most earnest look and gaze between the mark and her cookie jar, which usually shook free a cookie or two.
Other dogs and cats, however, weren’t fooled by the cute factor. They knew if Molly visited them, she would beeline it for their chow, and she enjodidn’t discriminate by brand or species. She’d clean out a budgie’s dish if she could reach it.
But she was also generous, and never minded sharing her own food dish, treats, beds or toys.
She’s the dog who sensed when you were sick or sad, and stayed close to keep you company.
We feel very fortunate to have had Molly’s company for so long. The house feels very empty without her, but we know she’s romping with her sister Soozie now. We imagine she’s having a blast meeting all the other pets and snarfing up an endless supply of tasty treats. Safe travels, little girl.
So sorry to hear about the loss of your beloved Molly. This is a beautiful post.
So very sad Jo-Anne and it leaves a hole in your heart you could drive a truck through.. I am happy to sign your petition for a much longer life-span for all fur family, but it sounds like Molly had a wonderful love and fun filled life.. love and hugs ♥
Very sad, but you’re right about having the joy and being lucky to have her. I haven’t had many pets although I love dogs. I’m thinking about pet-sitting in the future.
Really sorry to read about your loss, JP. But such a beautiful tribute too. Wishing you peace and love ❤️❤️
That’s a lovely tribute to your beloved pet. We’ll be thinking of you during the sad time to come, and hoping it isn’t too painful. Elinor and Heinz
What a lovely goodbye to Molly. I’m sure she had a great life with you.
Such a sad day for you two…Miss Molly was an incredible girl for sure. I am honoured to have known her and was thrilled when my shoe made it onto the bed in one of her many collections!
RIP Miss Molly, you will be missed by many…
Ah Jo-Anne, so sorry hear that you and John have had to say good-bye to Molly. What a sweet dog! She’ll obviously be remembered for her sparkling personality and good humour. Hugs.
So sorry to hear about Molly, Jo-Anne. I am glad I got to meet her. She was a lovely dog.
I know it is a sad time for you both. Molly RIP
Perhaps if your finding that house a bit lonely , maybe Wedge can find you a cat or two. We rehomed our TIgger the other day and understand the loneliness
So sorry to hear about your loss. Our little loved ones bring so much joy to our lives, it’s hard to let that go. Hugs to you and yours. Our old Captain pug is barely making it around these days and it’s breaking my heart to watch his decline. He still has his waggy tail though.
So sad that something that beautiful has to leave and the hole they leave behind can never be filled. I have not been able to do it again, was too painful. Sorry for your loss and pleased you had sixteen years of joy.
Tears to my eyes too. Happy to have known Molly.
So sorry, Jo-Anne. It’s SO hard to lose them. Glad you got a good 16 years out of her—great for a big dog. She sounds like a sweetheart.
Sorry to hear about Miss Molly. The tribute you wrote brought tears to my eyes.
What a sparkling remembrance, Jo-Anne. I didn’t know Molly but her personality comes shining through.