“Quick, quick! Get in the car,” my father shouted on the top of his lungs. He had my dog Molly in his arms and ran out the door. In a panic, I ran after him and headed to the Vet. We got there as soon as we can but not fast enough.
When I was in preschool my parents decided they would get a dog for me and my sisters. We headed out the door, and went to the pet store. We where looking up and down every cage until we found two cute puppies. Both black lab/golden retriever mixes. My father announced that we had to pick between the two dogs. One in which had short hair and the other had long, soft hair and a little button nose. I knew right away which dog I wanted, the little long haired puppy. We all agreed and brought her home that night. Picking out a name was an easy task. My mother knew right away what she wanted to name the dog, and it was Molly.
Molly was the type of dog that would run around with you in the back yard, and when you got worn out, you could lay down next to her on the floor and she would be your pillow. She always loved to go for walks and just explore the neighborhood. She was a very friendly dog and soon everyone around us fell in love with her. She would never hurt a sole, and gave lots of kisses to anyone who walked through our front door. In the summer, she loved going in the pool. We eventually had to get a gate for our deck because she would always try to jump in, then we decided to get her own pool. We went to the store and picked up the little plastic pools for kids and laid it in our backyard. Immediately after it filled with water, she jumped right in. It was impossible to get her out, she would jump in and the lay there for hours, moving around trying to drink all the water in the pool. Molly was a water dog until the last day we had her.
Molly has been with me through all the stepping stones in life. She was there with me on my first day of preschool, my first move, first time at a new school, and all the little steps along the way. She was a comforting figure in my life. If I was stressed out about something I would take her for a long walk and it helped clear my head.
The day I found out that Molly had a stroke was one of my worst. I was in class, and my mother kept calling me, I knew something was wrong so I asked and stepped out into the hall. She told me that Molly had a stroke and we needed to go home right away. She picked my sisters and I up from school and we headed right home. When I walked in, I didn't know what to expect, all I saw was tears running down my parents faces. My dad told us to get into the car as fast as we could because we needed to rush her to the vet. Molly was no longer able to stand up or walk, she would just fall right back down. When we got to the vet, they took her into the back room; the doctors told me that if I wanted to I could go in the room and see her. They told us that she may or may not make it much longer, and that they needed to keep her overnight to keep watch. My father pulled us out into the hall and asked us the question. “Should we put Molly down so she no longer needs to suffer?” That was the one thing I never wanted to hear. We discussed it for a while and then came to the conclusion that it would be the best thing to do. You can’t leave a dog just laying there all day not knowing what’s going to happen next. We went back into the room and the doctor told us to say our last goodbye. We all hugged her and then had to leave the room, never going to be able to see Molly again.
This was one of the hardest things I have ever been though. Molly was 13 years old and has been with me through all the good and bad times in life. Since her passing in 2011, we have gotten a new dog, but no dog could ever replace Molly.