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Memories of Molly
Molly was a beautiful soul and my best friend. She will always be deeply loved. A year ago today she passed on; she is gone from this world but I will always keep her in my heart and in my thoughts. This page is in memory of her.

We had a wonderful time together.

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For fifteen blessed years on this earth there lived a wonderful chocolate Labrador Retriever, and her name was Molly.

I was the lucky girl who would have her in my life.

When I was thirteen I wished I had a dog again. Our family's Golden Retriever, Tyler (a gentle old boy), had passed away the year before. Going through life without a furry buddy at home felt like half an existence. As a shy girl mostly lost in my thoughts, I lacked strong connections with people. I was lonely.

"Nothing worth having comes easy." How true that was, trying to persuade my parents we should get a new dog! My brother and I started on a single-minded quest to do just that. It took us many months. We did extra chores, performed well in school, kept on our best behavior, and -- in a written, signed contract we drew up ourselves -- promised we would be good caretakers.

Then one day Mom took us looking. We were so excited. As soon as she agreed, I knew my dog was waiting somewhere out there, somewhere close, soon to be found.

That's when we met Molly.

She was only a few months old. I never saw a puppy like her. She had wolflike orange-rimmed eyes, dewy and gentle, not easily forgotten. Her ears and paws looked too big for the rest of her. Her coat was soft, glossy and dark brown. My heart melted and something clicked.

She was so shy and awkward. She didn't seem to know what to do with herself in the company of two eager kids. She wasn't like other puppies romping around and tumbling over themselves; there really was something different about her. It felt like we were kindred spirits, two bashful creatures in a big, big world.

We took her home and I was head over heels. We were careful not to be too energetic as we knew this was a big change for her. We brought her outside to see the backyard and she burst out of her bubble, running from one family member to the next, playfully nibbling our fingers and jumping into our laps. I knew she had an inner spunk waiting to come out! But when we took her inside, she hid behind the microwave cart and started to cry. This was going to take some time.

I'll never forget that first night. We set up a bed for her in my room. She whimpered and cried, in an unfamiliar place, missing her pack. I was in bed too. I turned over and called out to her, telling her it was all right. It seemed to help just a little. After an hour or so she fell asleep.

Before I dozed I thought: this is it, this is the brand new start. I thought ahead to all the years we'd have together. I tried to wrap my head around everything we could do, all the fun and adventures we could have, all the places we could go.

The future always seems so full when we're young, all the possibilities existing at once before the fateful narrative chooses just one thread of story. I thought of Old Yeller and Travis, of Old Dan, Little Ann and Billy. I hoped our connection would be as meaningful as theirs. A girl and her dog, together always.

In the back of my mind there was a little shadow: I knew our friendship couldn't last forever. I realized that one day, I'd be looking back through memory at that moment. But what did that matter? That night was so well protected from the distant future by all the years we would share in between. For a young girl it seemed so long, and time moved so slowly after all. We might as well have had forever.

There it was, the first day, and Molly had already taught me something -- what it is that's beautiful about every new beginning.

More to follow...

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Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you
Whatever we were to each other
That we are still
Call me by my own familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way you always used
Put no difference into your tone
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow
Laugh as we always laughed
At the little jokes we always enjoyed together
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was
Let it be spoken without effort
Without the ghost of a shadow in it
Life means all that it ever was
There is absolute unbroken continuity
What is death but a negligible accident?
Why should I be out of mind
Because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you for an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner
All is well.
Nothing is past; nothing is lost
One brief moment and all will be as it was before
How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!
- "Death is nothing at all" by Henry Scott Holland

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You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.
Your heart can be empty because you can't see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her and only that she's gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she'd want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
- "She is gone" by David Harkin


Love, Nicole

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