LollyDolly
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Although I lost my girl in January, I have only just felt ready enough to really post about her death now.
Molly Mackie was my everything, my parents bought her when I was just 3 years old and she kept me company for the next 15 years of my life. She was born at the riding stables where I learnt to ride, she was supposed to be a Jack Russel but she grew up to be the biggest, funniest looking Jack Russel anyone had ever seen! Turns out her mum was having a passionate affair with the Collie from the next farm!
I have never been a particularly outgoing person and Molly was my constant companion, through thick and thin. I was bullied in high school, and yet Molly never judged me. She loved me whether I was fat or thin, pretty or ugly, nothing mattered to her. She just loved me.
She changed a lot with age, when she was younger she was agile, fast and terribly destructive. I remember once coming home from watching Disney on Ice and Molly had chewed one out of each pair of my mum's shoes as punishment for us leaving her behind. She was also a very gifted escape artist, and used to jump on top of the garden hedge and then scrabble over into the farmers field where she would run and chase rats and mice.
She also had a thing for small animals, she would sit and drool over anything small and furry! She used to have what we called 'mad half hours' where she would just run laps of the living room for no reason! As she aged these became less frequent and then eventually stopped.
As she got older though she became more mature, if I had to sum up Molly in one word it would be that she was a lady. She believed that she was a person, and would only sit on chairs regardless of whether she was at home or the vets. If you ever tried to treat her like a dog then you would be met with a look of disgust! She would also never do her business in public, she always had to do it discreetly away from prying eyes!
There are so many stories that I could tell about her however it wouldn't all fit without being a novel, you can't summarise her life so easily.
One thing that always stuck with me was two summers ago, I developed an eating problem and became a fitness fanatic. Anyway one day I was walking the dogs along the canal and I passed out, to this day I don't know how long I was out for but when I came round there was Molly. Sat calmly by my side bolt upright like a statue, keeping watch over me.
Last year I moved out of my parents house and Molly came with me, she was like a piece of furniture in the sense that you are so used to her being there that when she isn't you just can't help but feel like something isn't right.
As she aged her joints gave her trouble and as a result she couldn't walk very far, meaning that she put on weight. I used to affectionately refer to her as 'slug', because she just used to lie stretched out on the sofa like a big fat slug! She also had a gorgeous pink tummy with blue spots which resembled a pig, she really was rather odd looking when you think about it! But I loved her all the same.
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was to watch my beloved friend grow old, there is nothing worse than acknowledging that your dog can't do certain things anymore. Such as jump onto a bed, or climb the stairs, or go out for walks. There is no pain like it, having to watch a loved one fade away and knowing that there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Still I wanted her to live as well as possible, every day I used to take her out for a drive in my car as she always loved traveling. She would sit bolt upright on the passenger seat and look out of the window, watching the world go by.
Every month I also used to walk her to the dog groomers down the road and she used to have her claws clipped and a full bath and blow dry. Molly loved that, in fact she had an appointment booked in two days after she died. When Amy, her groomer, found out she rung me up in tears.
Molly truly was a lady to the very end.
Although I must admit that I never thought that she would leave me, it's the sort of thing that you can't get your head around. I still can't listen to the song 'Who Knew' without crying, it reminds me of her too much.
"I wish I could touch you again,
I wish I could still call you a friend,
I'd give anything.
If someone said three years from now,
You'd be long gone,
I'd stand up and punch them out,
Cause they're all wrong."
After all this it's only fair that you get to see what she looked like:
The day she died I took her down to the stables and she plodded around a tiny paddock, sniffing the air and enjoying the breeze. I watched her, knowing that afternoon that she would be dead.
She cried when the needle went in at the vets, I will never forget that.
I pleaded to save her, however the vet said that she had massive organ failure and that he joints were weeks away from giving way and shattering her. She was 15 years old, and at 18 myself I felt far too young to lose her.
I will always miss my girl, she meant more to me than anything ever has and ever will.
But I keep your memory,
You visit me in my sleep,
My darling, who knew?
My darling, I miss you.
Molly Mackie was my everything, my parents bought her when I was just 3 years old and she kept me company for the next 15 years of my life. She was born at the riding stables where I learnt to ride, she was supposed to be a Jack Russel but she grew up to be the biggest, funniest looking Jack Russel anyone had ever seen! Turns out her mum was having a passionate affair with the Collie from the next farm!
I have never been a particularly outgoing person and Molly was my constant companion, through thick and thin. I was bullied in high school, and yet Molly never judged me. She loved me whether I was fat or thin, pretty or ugly, nothing mattered to her. She just loved me.
She changed a lot with age, when she was younger she was agile, fast and terribly destructive. I remember once coming home from watching Disney on Ice and Molly had chewed one out of each pair of my mum's shoes as punishment for us leaving her behind. She was also a very gifted escape artist, and used to jump on top of the garden hedge and then scrabble over into the farmers field where she would run and chase rats and mice.
She also had a thing for small animals, she would sit and drool over anything small and furry! She used to have what we called 'mad half hours' where she would just run laps of the living room for no reason! As she aged these became less frequent and then eventually stopped.
As she got older though she became more mature, if I had to sum up Molly in one word it would be that she was a lady. She believed that she was a person, and would only sit on chairs regardless of whether she was at home or the vets. If you ever tried to treat her like a dog then you would be met with a look of disgust! She would also never do her business in public, she always had to do it discreetly away from prying eyes!
There are so many stories that I could tell about her however it wouldn't all fit without being a novel, you can't summarise her life so easily.
One thing that always stuck with me was two summers ago, I developed an eating problem and became a fitness fanatic. Anyway one day I was walking the dogs along the canal and I passed out, to this day I don't know how long I was out for but when I came round there was Molly. Sat calmly by my side bolt upright like a statue, keeping watch over me.
Last year I moved out of my parents house and Molly came with me, she was like a piece of furniture in the sense that you are so used to her being there that when she isn't you just can't help but feel like something isn't right.
As she aged her joints gave her trouble and as a result she couldn't walk very far, meaning that she put on weight. I used to affectionately refer to her as 'slug', because she just used to lie stretched out on the sofa like a big fat slug! She also had a gorgeous pink tummy with blue spots which resembled a pig, she really was rather odd looking when you think about it! But I loved her all the same.
One of the hardest things I have ever had to do was to watch my beloved friend grow old, there is nothing worse than acknowledging that your dog can't do certain things anymore. Such as jump onto a bed, or climb the stairs, or go out for walks. There is no pain like it, having to watch a loved one fade away and knowing that there is nothing you can do to stop it.
Still I wanted her to live as well as possible, every day I used to take her out for a drive in my car as she always loved traveling. She would sit bolt upright on the passenger seat and look out of the window, watching the world go by.
Every month I also used to walk her to the dog groomers down the road and she used to have her claws clipped and a full bath and blow dry. Molly loved that, in fact she had an appointment booked in two days after she died. When Amy, her groomer, found out she rung me up in tears.
Molly truly was a lady to the very end.
Although I must admit that I never thought that she would leave me, it's the sort of thing that you can't get your head around. I still can't listen to the song 'Who Knew' without crying, it reminds me of her too much.
"I wish I could touch you again,
I wish I could still call you a friend,
I'd give anything.
If someone said three years from now,
You'd be long gone,
I'd stand up and punch them out,
Cause they're all wrong."
After all this it's only fair that you get to see what she looked like:
The day she died I took her down to the stables and she plodded around a tiny paddock, sniffing the air and enjoying the breeze. I watched her, knowing that afternoon that she would be dead.
She cried when the needle went in at the vets, I will never forget that.
I pleaded to save her, however the vet said that she had massive organ failure and that he joints were weeks away from giving way and shattering her. She was 15 years old, and at 18 myself I felt far too young to lose her.
I will always miss my girl, she meant more to me than anything ever has and ever will.
But I keep your memory,
You visit me in my sleep,
My darling, who knew?
My darling, I miss you.
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