Sweet Molly. That's how we always referred to her.
I don't know if she was so sweet because she knew we saved her life
or if she was just plain sweet and gentle.
But what ever the reason we really loved her.
She died October 2nd after a short illness.
I say short because we only found out she was sick this summer.
She had Cushing disease. We don't know how long she had been sick before
she started showing symptoms. She was 11 1/2 yrs. old.
We thought we'd have her longer but that wasn't meant to be.
We got Molly when she was 4 weeks old. She was malnourished and probably
wouldn't have lived much longer. So we brought her home, took her to the vet, wormed her,
got her shots, fed her and loved her.
She loved to eat and pretty soon she started growing.
For the 1st year her back legs were really weak and she had a shaking problem.
Eventually she outgrew both of those problems.
When she had her full coat she reminded us of a bear.
She loved to help me outside.
Whenever I was working in the garden she'd stand wherever I was trying to plant.
I'd just give her a hug and she'd be satisfied and move along.
She was a great guard dog.
Scaring everyone with her bark, but then greeting them with her wagging tail.
As you can see she was a beautiful dog.
But as her illness progressed she looked pretty bad.
Two of the outward signs of Cushings is the changing of their coat
and a big pot belly. The disease makes all the fat go to the abdominal area.
You can see this in her picture. She looks so sad.She was on special medication for the disease
and we thought she'd have a little more time, but she let us know her time had come.
We were with her when she died.
We really miss her but feel blessed to have had her as long as we did.
Enjoy the following photos of Molly's life.
She loved her toys.
This would make a great Christmas Card.
Sleeping with her older sister, Honey (who died 8 yrs. ago).
Honey taught her the ropes on being a guard dog.
This was her cousin dog, Mango.
They were good playmates.
Mango died last year.
Here Molly is posing on the couch before getting a hair cut.
Isn't she a beauty!
This is the after.
Looks like a different dog doesn't she.
We would get her cut each summer to stay cooler.
R.I.P. my sweet dog.
We love you.
giving thanks always for everything
to God the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.