Molly's end is near. She has cancer which is taking over. At this point she isn't in too much pain and still has a few beans in her. But this week she gave us a real scare.
One morning she tried to get up and couldn't. She couldn't walk and she was making the oddest noises. When she did try to walk she had to drag her back end. Plus she was completely disoriented...didn't know where she was. It was very very hard to watch and feel. Cookie was here and we honestly didn't think she would make it til Tuesday when Aryn got home. Aryn wanted to see her one last time which was totally understandable. But we were worried.
But if there is anything I know how to do is how to get a dog to rally...if its rallyable!. I saved our Homer's life when he was dying as a baby. Took a lot of patience and love but wasn't hard to do. Then last year Molly went downhill fast. She was utterly miserable, peeing everywhere, tail down, all wobbly. Monte and I discussed when enough was enough for the poor dog. But I suggested we get all her hair cut off first...she likes that. And a brand new dog emerged, tore around the house and shook the hell out of her toys. Such a relief.
When I was talking to Aryn I reminded her that Molly is the queen of rally though. I have seen her go through, maybe not as bad, but through stuff before and she has rallied.
So eyedropper for water at the ready, carrying to her food and water station, plucking her gently out of the space between the wall and her bed where she would get stuck, wrapping her up and rocking her....and fielding phone calls from Britain with huge admonitions to keep her alive no matter what til they got home.
One thing I know is this....and this might not sound so nice, but, to know that dog is to love her to pieces. No one person loves her more than another. I have had total dog haters fall in love with her. There is just something about her that gets inside your heart. I have never met anyone that didn't respond that way to her. So I know they have had her for the last two years, but seriously? they don't love her anymore or differently than the rest of the family who had her for the previous 14 years. Aryn and I did a lot of complaining, big loud dammit dog talk, (who wouldn't?! as we two were the ones that primarily took care of her..me for the previous 14 years and her the last two) but we love her and feel so sad at this natural stage of her life. Our hope is that she can die eventually, peacefully at home, AFTER Aryn gets home. She deserves to be with her.
That dog worships the ground Aryn walks on. She follows her around to the point where Aryn has to hide sometimes so Molly won't follow her!!! The other day when Molly was so sick she could barely lift her head, I held the phone right to her ear and Aryn talked to her and that little dog perked up like crazy. She went nuts over the phone! It was amazing.
So I am glad Aryn is getting home tomorrow. Its going to make Molly very very happy to 'see' her. The dog has rallied very well, just like I predicted she would. LOL!!! And April, who is actually the real owner of Molly, who had her for years and years was over the other day and able to say goodbye just in case. It was hard. Everybody has a piece of that dog in their heart, even the dog haters.
I will keep you up to date. Right now, other than being a little wobbly and chasing her sore leg, she seems to be okay. TTYL
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