Then on the night of January 5th, she passed away suddenly. Her little heart just beat its very. last. time. We were devastated.
We all hugged and kissed our girl for our last time....
I wrapped my beautiful, Sweet Molly in a special blanket and placed her into her pet carrier. My husband took her for safe keeping to the twenty-four hour emergency vet clinic.
We wanted her to be laid to rest on my brother's property back home. It would be a couple of days before my father could get our Molly there. We didn't know what to do for safe keeping, but thankfully we have a 24 hour vet office and they have a way to properly handle this situation.
We stayed up til after midnight mourning her loss. All three kids and myself one big mess of tears. Thankfully, my husband could help comfort us by talking us through what a sweet girl she had been and how now she's happy and running like the wind. No heart problems to ever slow her down again. I love this man of mine with all my heart. He is a wonderful comforter.
Call me naive or even flat out wrong, but I do believe animals will have a place in heaven. Just let me have my comfort here on Earth....
The children all wrote letters to Molly that night. They each drew pictures for her and sculpted pieces of clay for her. This was their tangible outlet. These items were for her and most are with her now....my brother and father gave her a beautiful, meaningful burial...When we visit her resting site, we will have a small ceremony of our own.
For our nearly two year old Boston, Betsy, losing Molly was hard. She stopped eating. She would lie down near the spot where Molly passed and not walk over it. Her mourning broke my heart, too. Dogs do mourn. Many friends shared their own stories confirming this fact.
The emergency vet clinic mentioned to my husband that awful night that they had a sweet little one that needed a home like ours. They'd had she and her brother since they were six weeks old. (The little girl had a broken leg at six weeks and required surgery.) The vet took her brother in. I wasn't ready to hear something like this, but I was open to showing love to those that desperately need it.
Seeing our little Betsy so depressed hurt. We decided to at least foster the little one at the vet clinic. They staff really thought we'd make the perfect home for her, and she'd make a great new buddy for Betsy.
Our Betsy began eating again the night we brought 19 week old Sandy home. They played for three hours straight and slept cuddled to each other...
Here they are cuddled on me for a hammock nap Sunday afternoon.
Love never ends, memories never end and for healing to begin, sometimes love needs to be given to one that desperately needs it and received from one who desperately wants to give love back, too...