We said goodbye to Molly on August 17, 2009. I still don’t have words for the giant hole in my heart.
But that’s not how I want to remember her… I want to remember her like this:
Molly was not a lap dog. But if you wanted to pet her... she was there to be petted. In fact, at times she demanded it. She would jump up next to you on the couch, reach out her paw and grab at your hand until you started petting her. We tried to break her of that habit and never did, we were somewhat successful at getting her to be more gentle about it... but she knew exactly what she was doing. Of course she wasn't above shoving her whole head under your hand.