Arrival Story: When I was 5, a week before my birthday, my mom dad & I were walking around the neighborhood and our neighbor Laurie was out side with her black small cute adorable dog Simpson. And we started talking, one thing lead to another and she told us how her sister has this 6 month old Bichon Frise named Misha and can't take care of it anymore, (I had already met Misha earlier that summer while she was visiting Simpson,) so she told us how she was going to take it to the pound when my mom said, "oh no, give the dog to us, we'll take her!" I was sooooo happy because I really wanted a dog. The next day Laurie braught Misha over, she was so happy, and she fallowed me everywhere! All of a sudden I thought, I want to change her name, I'll call her Molly! And I did! that's how we got our little bundle of JOY!!!
Bio: Molly was an incredible dog, she loved to chase garbage trucks, racoons, possums and skunck, until they sprayed her few times, boy, did she ever learn her lesson when she got sprayed in the face! She never chased a skuck again... She loved to play with squirrels, chasing them around the tree, they really weren't aof her, they loved it too!!! She loved to eat carrots, she'd beg for them! She loved all her kitty cat brithers and sisters, and they loved her too! They slept on her all the time, but when she was in a deep sleep and she felt a cat tip pawing, (tip-toeing,) next to her she'd start to growl! She also loved to swim, in ponds and in the tot pool at our nearby pool when it was the end of the month and they were closing up for the winter, they had a dog swim day and let all dogs swim on the last day! In Febuary of 2006 Molly started losing weight, from 30 lbs. to 26, then 24. Yes she was a n over weight Bichon but she was a happy one. Then she started drinking water constently adn she couldn't hold water down for more then half an hour. Then she started vomiting all the time, every 4 hours or so. And then she got constipated al lot. So on Feb 25th we took her to the vet, well my mom did because I had an out of town swim meet and my dad took me, when we got back my mom told us that she had to leave Molly there for 4 hours, and it costed $400. Then she said that Molly had Panceatitis, possibly diabetic and something else I can't remember what it was and I can't find the papers from the vet. They sadi that if we didn't take her to a specialist in Plymouth, 20 minutes away, she would die in 2 days, but this would cosy at least $2,000. We coulnd't afford that. SO we let it all in God's hand, She lived an other 2 months! With good and bad days. Until she got really sick on April 28th, we had to put her down on the 30th. We made the difficult decision the night before. But on the day we put her down, in the morning I had to leave her because I had a meet the new coach party for my swim team and had to go. So my mom sadi that she would take Molly to the vet, so before my dad and I left for the party, we took lots of pictures, we all hugged and kissed her good-bye. My dad isn't the dog lover type, but he cryed so much for her. As we got in the car, I told my dad to wait because I forgot something, I ran back in the house to get my locket, that has a picture of Molly and a squirrel in it, and then opened Molly mouth and gently put some of her saliva in the locket so I could have her DNA, then I gently pulled some of the furr on her ears off to put inside the locket. Then I kissed her again, hugged her and told her, "Molly, baby Molly, I love you, don't forget me, I love you so much, we're doing what's best for you Molly, please don't hate us, chase those racoons in heaven when you get there, I love you Molly, good-bye." And left, wacthing her sit by the tree. Then my mom called and said that she lost Molly for 5 minutes, couldn't find her anywhere, but then she looked under the chair in my room adn Molly was sleeping there. Like she knew that she would never see me again until I join her over the rainbow bridge. Just like my cat Fluffy who died a year before in my room. So at the party, I check my cell to see what time it was, it was 2:13 p.m. when I clicked the button, and had just turned 2:14. When we got home, my mom told us how horrible it was, Molly wanted to bite the lady vet, actually a nerse when she tryed to take her in the room where you put them down, my mom stayed with Molly until her last breath at exactly 2:14 p.m. rigth when I check my cell. We gave her a proper funeral the next morning, I made her a cross, all 4 cats are going nuts without our Molly. I'm going nuts. But she's in a better place now waiting for me to join her very soon..... She made it thru her birthday on April 19th when she turned 8. WOOF!! Thanks 4 taking the time to read this!
The game is easy to play. You give out 7 facts about yourself and then tag 7 more of your pup pals!
Here are 7 facts about me:
1. I loved to chase the garbage truck!
2. I loved to sleep under the covers with sis!
3. I loved swimming so much! I still do!
4. I loved just about any kind of food!! BOL!
5. I loved my best pal Zorro.
6. I was really fat, I lost weight!
7. I still love my family.
Dina is the neighbor cat, she a dark brown fluffy thing on 4 legs. Molly really didn't get along with her... She chased Dian away whenever she came over. But it was funny, once they had a battle as I call it. Dina wanted to eat some cat food, and Molly wouldn't let her, so Molly just passed by Dina not disturbing her peace when Dina attaked Molly!!!! But my brave dog overtook the Fluff thing!!! YAY!!!!!!!!!! But as usual, Dina came over an hour later.