When Molly first came into my life, I felt broken. I had lost my identity and the sight of who I was. I didn’t know where I wanted to go or what I wanted to do with my life. I was lost. I made a rash decision to get a dog, and it was probably one of the best decisions I’ve made in the past three years. [Read her adoption story here.]
Anyone who knew Molly knew that she was a sassy old lady who loved to give out kisses. She literally licked everything, which drove me crazy unless those kisses were for me. When I came home from being away, it didn’t matter if I was gone for two weeks or two hours, she greeted me like she thought she would never see me again. Her tail would wag, and she’d kiss my ankles because that’s all her little legs would allow her to reach. In the morning, she would follow me around while I got ready. Half the reason why I’m always late for everything is because I spent so much time loving on and taking selfies with my dog.
I fell in love with Molly the first time I met her at the shelter. They didn’t know much about her, not even her age or what she was mixed with. I pet her, and when I stopped, she nosed my hand to keep going and, of course, gave me kisses. I took her home the next day and spent what remained in my bank account to buy her pink everything – a pink collar, a pink bed, pink food and water bowls, a pink leash, even a pink sweater (that she absolutely hated).
Molly was so easy to love. I had friends who didn’t like dogs but loved Molly because of her sweet nature. She was so low-maintenance. One of my favorite things that she would do was rub her back on the underside of a futon we had in the living room. I also loved when she would sit flat on her butt when she wanted something. She was too cute not to be spoiled.
She never barked. She never whined. She was already trained when I got her. She hated being held because she was afraid of heights. She also couldn’t hear, and she could barely see. When I moved into my new place, she accidentally ran into a glass door. It was the saddest and cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
For the past few weeks, Molly has been slowly deteriorating. She stopped eating. She stopped drinking. She couldn’t walk. She couldn’t stand up to use the restroom. She couldn’t get out of her bed. She started trembling and shaking all the time. I knew these were all signs that she would be leaving me soon, but knowing that the end was coming didn’t make it any easier. I felt helpless because there wasn’t anything I could do to help her. The vet said her bloodwork and X-rays were all healthy and that she was just old. All I could do was make her as comfortable as possible and love on her as much as I could. For my friends who watched me shed tears and spent time comforting me during my sad attempts to keep it together, thank you. Even my blog friends kept Molly in their thoughts during this time, and I have no words for how much all of this outpouring of love has meant to me.
Please keep my sweet sick puppy, Molly Amelia, in your thoughts 😢 pic.twitter.com/t83S3GxeIl
— Tiffany Khyla (@tiffanykhyla) June 1, 2016
@tiffanykhyla positive vibes sent your way!
— Ana Valentin (@avalentin574) June 1, 2016
@tiffanykhyla sending you all the love 💕
— Jordyn (@fairy_princessj) June 1, 2016
@tiffanykhyla oh no! Sending good vibes and puppy kisses her way 💕
— Always, S (@alwaysrw) June 1, 2016
@tiffanykhyla so many happy thoughts for the both of you ❤️
— Kristine Circenis (@MyLittleTricks) June 1, 2016
@tiffanykhyla my cat died yesterday. I’ve been crying all day 🙁 I know the feeling girl! I’ll keey Molly Amelia in my thoughts <3
— Anna Alapatt (@AbsoulutelyAnna) June 2, 2016
Last night, I held her in my arms for an hour, and I talked to her about the day I adopted her and recounted stories of her interactions with other dogs and meeting and spending time with some of the people in our lives. She stared at me the whole time I spoke. I told her that I knew she was suffering, and if she needed to leave me, I understood. I kissed her head, told her goodnight and said that I loved her. When I woke up this morning, she was no longer breathing.
Molly was only with me for two and a half years. Even though in all technicality, I rescued her, in all actuality, she really rescued me. I know people say that all the time, but I really mean it. Molly brought a light into my life that no person ever could. She cuddled me through my tears. She walked with me on sunny days. She made me laugh when I needed it most. She brought me so much joy, and most importantly, she loved me unconditionally.
I’m so grateful that our last night together was so special. Saying good-bye to Molly is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I take comfort in the fact that she left this world knowing how much I loved her.