My Beloved Molly
by Carol Ann Young
Molly, you meant so much to me. I know you were Daddy's dog and when Tom died I thought you would follow him. But you didn't. You gave me your love instead.
You could be a handful and so willful, but in some ways we were a lot alike. I loved to throw your ball and watch you go into "hunt" mode to find it. You had so much fun in the back yard. I hope you realize how much you were loved and how much I miss you.
Even as you got older and had to go out so many times at night,and couldn't hear me, I didn't mind because I felt needed. I miss seeing you when I look up from the bed. Though I have my wonderful grandchildren Tom and Jaimee, you always made me feel so loved when I walked in from work. No matter how bad my day, or how tired I was, you were always joyful to see me.
Thank you my love, for all the years you gave me.