My tale of Molly - a love story

by Sharon Stauffer
(Emmaus, PA)

You came into my life at 6 mos. of age. One fuzzy, rambunctious, naughty, golden retriever. So full of life and the biggest personality I have yet to see in a dog. I was the only person your previous owner called back, it was to be our destiny to be together.

I taught you how to sing to a dumb little song and everyone that knew you would sing it to you just to listen to you. You were so vocal and full of life. You never lost your puppy fur. Your legs looked like a furry bear.

You let us play dress up with you, always being patient with us as we threw the covers over your head, put reindeer antlers on you, dressed you up with sunglasses and visors or painted your toenails. You are even featured with me in an article of the Prevention magazine.

Taken from us so suddenly, I prayed in that waiting room that I would have the strength to make the decision. I always said that if anything happened to you, put me away, I wouldn't be able to bear the grief. It is so hard, so very hard, for all of us.

You always made us smile because you were so goofy. Standing at the door, whole body wagging, so proud of your conquest of finding a mouse and holding it in your mouth. Chasing the seagulls in the ocean at the beach. Swimming with your big paws splashing everybody only to come out and then roll in the mud or the sand. You were so ticklish, if we hit the right spot we could give you a whole body shiver. Or just scratching at your back would make you do the two step or get weak in the knees.

You slept with us every night, all 100 pounds of you, usually spooning up to us. I remember holding the shower curtain and you willingly jumped in while Megan was taking a shower. Your 9 1/2 years with us have given us a lifetime of memories.

I will never forget you, my puppy, my Molly Dolly.