My heart is broken. This is my Little Molly Dolly. She passed away at 8:38 AM yesterday morning in one of her little beds I kept around the house. I
just want the world to know she was so precious.
OUR FIRST MEETING
it was a freezing cold and rainy November day. I was at my mother's house visiting her. My mother walked in with a little long haired chihuahua in
her arms. Before turning around to see her, my mother asked her if I wanted a pet. Being that I lost my childhood cat of 17 years six months prior I
told her 'absolutely not.' But once I looked up, I saw little Molly in her arms. She had been abandoned and my mother and step father found her
outside huddling in the rain and saved her. The first second I saw her, my heart said, 'That's my baby!' And I took her as my own.
SO MANY GOOD MEMORIES
She was the sweetest little baby. Molly was not the type to catch frisbees in the park or jump all over people. She was a little baby who just wanted
to be in her mommy's lap. The reason I kept little beds all over the house is because wherever I was, that was the room she wanted to be. She liked
to bask in the sun in front of windows so I would place little mini beds for her there.
She was mine before I even got married or had children. It was just her and me as a companionship team. She went with me on dates- I didn't care if
the guys thought I was a weirdo. I'd sneak her into restaurants and if we got busted, we'd both leave instead of me just taking her out to the car.
She went to church with me and everyone knew better than to say she couldn't come in. She had her little puppy outfits and her little treats she
One night in the middle of the night, she started humping my arm. It surprised me because I thought only males did that. I called my mother to make
sure Molly was indeed a female dog. It was so funny! She did this cute little thing where she would jump around and stand on her little hind legs and
beg for treats. It was the cutest thing and would make the whole room laugh.
My husband always laughed that if it came down between him and Molly that he would be the one who had to go. He'd come to bed sometimes only to find
Molly under the covers in his spot. I loved listening to her little toe nails skittle around on the floors and how'd she'd push the doors open if
she wanted into a room. She owned the house!
She would greet me at the door every day, lick my fingers every night before bed, and if I sat still for more than a minute, here'd she come to sit
in my lap. Then she'd roll onto her back and look at me like, 'Rub my tummy, Mommy!'
The first sign her health was declining was when I took her out for a walk in June at the coast. Instead of running around like she always did and
making me catch up, she just sat on the pavement without budging. She looked up as if to say, 'I'm sorry mommy but not this time. I just can't.'
So I carried her on what would be our last walk.
Then the coughing started in July. I took her to the vet where she was diagnosed with congestive heart failure and pneumonia. But it wasn't a death
sentence, I was told. She went on her medication and had to go on a strict diet. To be honest, we didn't always keep it 100% and I knew she liked her
puppy stick treats every now and then- even if they were only used to conceal her pills so she would eat them.
THE LAST FEW DAYS
A few days ago she stopped eating and wouldn't get out of bed. She would only get out to pee- she couldn't even pass a bowel movement or eat so I
had to try to bring her some food she'd never touch. I made her a vet appointment for what would have been yesterday morning at 8:45 AM. There is a
passage in the Bible that states God will remove His creature's food when it's their time. Food provides us with nutrients that can only prolong the
suffering so God will remove our desire for subsistence to help our passing and end our pain. This was weighing on my heart until the night before
For the first time in days she was out of bed. She was following me around like a shadow in the kitchen-full of energy- while I was cooking dinner.
That baby scarfed down a meal like I had never seen her eat before. I was so happy thinking the worst was over and it must have just been a little
tummy bug. The next morning, she was all over the place with energy. I got home from taking my son to school and she was scratching at the door- she
hadn't wanted to go outside in days so I thought this was another good sign she was well. Even my husband noticed how great of a turnaround she
I still wanted to take her to the vet, though, for her appointment just to be safe and get her meds refilled. She was in her bed my by computer and I
pet her head. I left to go get her little baby blanket to wrap her in for her trip to the vet and said, 'Come on Baby! Time to take you to the doc!'
And that is when I saw her in her little bed. She was gone.
Her little body was lifeless. Her little soul had been there just minutes before. I kept her in her blanket for a couple of hours saying my goodbyes.
My husband called the vet and told them she passed right as we were supposed to have been leaving for the vet. We think she had a heart attack in her
I can't bare the thought of burying her in some dirty dark hole so we opted to have her cremated and the ashes returned to us. I just miss her so
much. I want to feel her tiny little body against my chest again.
Ya'll might not have known her but she was the best dog. Her name is Molly but we call her Molly Dolly because she is like a little baby doll. We had
been together through EVERYTHING! She was in my life longer than my husband and child. Even though the pain is breaking my heart, I remember the way
she looked, cold and shivering when we first met. After that, she never had anything but good food, a warm bed, and a mom that would never abandon
We were attracted to each other like magnets! Chihuahuas are one-owner dogs and that is exactly what she was. I just wanted the world to know about
Molly. She was one of a kind and there will never be another. I'd say she is finally resting in peace but I think that is the last thing she's
doing. She's definitely at peace but I know she's running around in heaven playing, jumping, and having fun!
God bless you, Little Molly Dolly. Mama loves you and you created a space in my heart that will only belong to you. I will see you again one day. Just
bask in the sun and chew on those bones until I get there.