It has been a month since my very first post. I have a problem. I realize this now. I get caught up in life and find excuses to be too busy for my blog.
But this post is different because I need to talk about her. I still feel the loss of her every day and I haven’t been able to talk about her without crying. Molly was our family dog. She was a Chocolate Labrador mix and the most beautiful creature to every set a foot in our lives.
My husband had just gotten back from his final deployment a few years ago and was dealing with the stress of being home and the transition back to civilian life. It was very rough, to say the least. We already had a small dog, but Meeko (toy poodle mix) was more just my dog than anything. But, one day I was searching online through Facebook, Craiglist, and the humane society in our city for a dog that was ready to be adopted. I was specific in my search for the breed and gender because I wanted to not only provide a home for our new family member but also a companion and emotional rescue for my husband. I came across an ad about Molly and her owner had moved away, out of state, for a new job and unfortunately, couldn’t take Molly with him. I looked at all the pictures posted of her and immediately fell in love with her eyes and her beautiful nature. I decided to contact the owner and ask about meeting Molly. We agreed on a park for meeting and I brought along Meeko to see how they would get along. I was assured that Molly was great with kids and other dogs.
Molly was very excited and jumped all over me and Jacob. Meeko was very scared and ran to me to hold him up away from her. After a short encounter, I already knew I loved her. The owner and I agreed to let her come home with me and see how she does. My husband met us in the driveway and helped me get her out of the Jeep. She jumped on him and licked him. Almost like she was saying “thank you”. My husband fell in love with her that night.
She adjusted well to our home and immediately became the alpha and Meeko, being only a couple months old, attached himself to her as if she were his mama. Molly embraced her new life with us and she became a vital part of our family. She protected Jacob whenever he played outside with the neighbor kids, always watching but never interfering. She was in tune with my husband’s emotions and always knew when she was needed to help him when he was getting anxious or depressed. She wasn’t registered as a service animal, but she could’ve been. Molly was very smart and knew many commands. She did have some flaws to her: the trash. We could never leave anything out because she would get it. Many nights we would come home to our kitchen and living room destroyed with trash because our Miss Molly would throw it all over. It was frustrating but we cleaned it up and hoped it wouldn’t happen again. Lol!
Molly had her spot in our bed, it was always in between Nick and me. She loved Nick and was so loyal to him. Wherever he went, she followed. And they shared everything together. I loved the way Nick was with her and I loved the way she was with him. She was a very patient dog and calmed any situation.
Now, a couple years later we are in Texas settling into our new home. Molly is exploring her new place and we notice things that were new to us: large field mice, rats, and lots of bunnies/rabbits. We were in North Dallas and there was plenty of farmlands around us. We chose this spot for space and didn’t actually think about the wildlife. We had Molly up to date on her vaccines according to California standards. It was completely our fault for not contacting a vet local to our new Texas home and ask if there were any other vaccines available, but at the same time, I was very naive in thinking that it shouldn’t be any different.
Leptospirosis is what the vet said. You can look it up but in short, it’s a bacterial disease spread through the urine of infected animals. Remember when I said Molly was curious? Well, she was curious enough to somehow lick the urine of a rat. According to the vet, it is very easy to get it. Now, there is a vaccine for this that Texas vets give regularly but unfortunately, it wasn’t one she got while in California.
I didn’t know the signs in the beginning when she got sick and I honestly thought she was stressed from the move. I have this guilt that never goes away from that. The disease took hold of her and before we could do anything about it, it had left permanent damage. She was in renal failure and any day she was going to pass from this. We spent thousands of dollars trying to save her but nothing could reverse the damage. We were able to get 3 more months with her but after that time, the disease really took a toll on her and with lots of counseling from her Vet, we decided we couldn’t let her suffer anymore. It was the hardest thing we’ve ever done.
My husband is a USMC vet, he’s been all over the world fighting terrorism and has seen many things but having to put down Molly was the hardest of it all.
The vet let us take her home one last time and we gave her the best send off that we possibly could.
Molly died December 30th, 2016 she was 6 years old and not a day goes by where we don’t talk about her or think about her. She impacted our lives in such a way that we never dreamed possible. We loved her like she was just another child we had. We were her parents and she was our daughter. It’s still hard and it’s hard even now writing this. We haven’t stopped crying for her and wish that there was more we could’ve done.