Molly was my first ever dog. Chances are she'll always be number one. She passed last December.
She was a RR/Rottie cross that we rescued from our local shelter at the ripe old age of 12 weeks. It was January when she came to live with us. She had been a sweet little Christmas puppy for someone but became our dog for the next nine years.
Molly was the most gentle soul. She visited the group homes for the handicapped that I manage and spent most of her days in my husband's dental practice.
She was just about to start her TDI career when she ruptured her ACL. She eventually had 3 surgeries for ruptured ACLs (the first one failed) and the rehabs took her to an age when we decided that she could just be our dog. She loved to camp and she "owned" the local park.
Her final day with us started with an off-leash run up the river bank, scenting a coyote. (What a rush) An hour later she couldn't lift her head. Her spleen had ruptured from an undiagnosed hemangiosarcoma and we chose to let her go with the dignitiy that she had lived her life.
This past weekend we took her ashes to her favourite campground. She became part of the fire pit on our favourite site, overlooking the Elora Gorge. The fire burned ever so brightly and the coals glowed all weekend to restart the flames each morning. We cried like babies all over again but this time with huge grins on our faces. She is finally at a place of beauty and rest.
Molly P. Brown 1998-2007
