Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Goodbye Molly - Hello Suburbs
My youngest daughter only wanted one thing for Christmas last year - a puppy. She actually had a long list, but everything was puppy related -- a leash, dog bed, "spaiyed", dog food. She got her wish and a sweet cocker spaniel-beagle mix came into our family. After much thought and deliberation, we named her Molly. She has been a wonderful companion, so cuddly, playful and just a joy. This last weekend, she escaped down our driveway when our oldest daughter came home to visit, ran onto the 45-mph "frogger" country road and was killed.
My sweet littlest daughter is having good and bad days. She immediately called her friends that knew Molly, crying and sharing her pain. We didn't want Molly to just be in a bag/box so she took her special pillowcase off her bed to wrap Molly in her scent. Molly's favorite toy was a moose that was pretty mangled, and we put that in the pillowcase, too. T added her special reindeer "Brownie" because she says Molly always tried to play with it and she should have it. She took Molly's pictures to church and let her friends minister to her, and our marvelous Children's Pastor Jeff prayed for T and Molly. She didn't want to bury Molly and leave her on our rental property so asked to have her cremated.
We found a great local company, Dignified Pet Services, and they gave T some final time with Molly before the final "goodbye". We will pick up her ashes in 72 hours (T is counting the time), and are in the process of finding the perfect urn.
I have had it with country life. We have been in a house that is beyond "drafty," freezing in the winter even with the furnace blasting and electric bills up to $500/mo; no garage so we've been paying for storage while our few belongings in the outbuildings have been ruined by leaky roofs and bird droppings. I, the gal who hates all things outdoors, have had to learn to make a fire (just to stay warm, not for ambience!) and stacked more wood than I care to remember. I am SICK of disposing of dead critters that my cat saves us from -- mice, moles, voles, snakes, birds -- some that have been brought into the house. Dust everywhere, no cell service (!!!!), coyotes, deer, and now my sweet puppy being killed on my "neighborhood street" that people drive 60 mph on .... I'm sorry, but the country life has turned out to be a bit much for this city girl. We're moving back to the suburbs in a few weeks, and I can't wait.