Introvert- (n) [intrəˌvərt]:

One who focuses primarily on their own mind, feelings, or affairs

Extroversion- (n) [ekstrəˌvərt]:

Concern with what is outside the self

Thursday, February 10, 2011

My best friend, my confidant, my rock- my dog.

Molly: March 4, 2001 - February 10, 2011
Chasing deer, riding on the boat, and playing with her toys for eternity.

2011 has not been kind to me so far.

It's barely February and it's already taken my great-grandmother and today, my dog.

A week ago, the vet found that Molly's spleen was about to rupture and an emergency complete splendectomy. In surgery, however, they found a large tumor along with many smaller legions formed on the spleen. A biopsy was taken, and results would be returned Friday.

It's Thursday.

Molly became progressively weaker as the days went on. She breathed heavier, licked less, got up slower.. Mom ceased all activities and cancelled all commitments to stay home and tend to the dog. Despite her incredible efforts, Molly didn't respond. Several trips to the vet and an arsenal of drugs later, Molly failed to respond.

We were given the "make sure she's comfortable" shpeel, and she was. I said my goodbye this morning, and she passed at approximately 10:45 AM.

She was buried within the hour in the garden in the front of the house, which had been deemed on her second birthday "Molly's Garden" and consecrated with a sign and bench. She'll lay forever under that bench, under the shade of a tree. I like to imagine that she'll still be able to enjoy the summer sun she used to spend hours a day in. The plot is nice, breezy, shady, warm in the summer, with a nice view.. It's a very pleasant place to be.

Tonight was the first night in ten years I've come home and wasn't immediately greeting by a warm smile and wagging tail. It's strange to think that I never will see her again. 

It hasn't hit me yet. I don't believe it. I've scarcely cried for the shock. I am in shock. I'm in disbelief. I'm confused, disoriented, lost, sad, and distressed. I feel like I have lost my best friend.

But she knew she was loved, and she loved us. I don't care what people say, some animals have developed consciences. Molly had a brilliant personality, and I truly believe that she is the best dog I will ever and could ever have. I hope that I will never forgot her, who she really was.

I'll leave you with a quote by The Crow; "If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Building burn, people die, but real love is forever."

I love you, Molly, and I'll miss you forever. You taught me to love, you taught me to smile, and you were here when no one else was. We've been through a lot together, more than I could ever write in a million blogs, and I want to thank you. Thank you for everything. You were a blessing, and I will never take a second of memory for granted.

I could write forever and still never say enough to express our bond. The bond we had was stronger than any I believe I could ever have again. I can never forget you. I won't.

So through tears, I inadequately say:
  Thank you.
  I miss you.
  I love you.

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  1. Sorry man hope you find one that can fill the void

  2. I still really miss my dog 7 years later...

  3. I'm sorry for your loss. Losing your dog as well as your best friend is incredibly hard. Chin up bro.

  4. dang that really sucks! :(

    I'd be devastated if I lost my dog D:

  5. My dog is 14 years old, has been bitten by 6 snakes in his life, has been skewered by a javalina, and has fought countless coyote, and has lived fine to this day, but hes starting to get really old. He can barely jump anymore and I can see the late stages of arthritis setting in.

  6. Sorry man, I lost my cat a few months ago, I know how much it hurts