Here at the farm, we were lucky enough to have a family living with us for nearly 13 years. They were fun, loving, energetic and very comical. We had wisdom in the father, love was taught by the mother and many antics from the daughter, and now our family is gone, and it has left a hole in our heart and affected our very souls and the dogs around us.
Molly March 24, 2006, 3 months old. |
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Abbie and Molly |
Several weeks later, Molly decided to stop eating and had not left her dog bed for nearly two days. She was very subdued and showed no interest in anything. Her stomach was extended and she was in pain.
One of the most frequent questions I hear from people with a sick dog, when is it time? The best advice I ever got was from a Vet, “you’ll know when it’s time,” and I did.
We were lucky enough to have a Vet come to the house to check on Molly, I knew the news was going to be bad, but you always hold out hope. Molly hated car rides, and someone would have to ride in the back seat with her if she went anywhere and I didn’t want to put her through it again. When I met the Vet at the gate, we walked to the house.
Happier times, January 29, 2009, Max, Clancy, Meggie Dutchess and Molly in front. |
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Clancy and Molly |
After Molly was inturned, as usually I sat in one of our Adirondack chairs by our revered place and pondered our life together. Meggie and Dutchess were part of the original 5 dogs we had at the farm. There always seemed to be a bond between all of them, and they played and worked together and were very close. As I was sitting, Meggie laid quietly and watched while Dutchess stayed by Molly’s grave.
In the dog world, we will never understand what they think and why they do some of the stuff they do. I believe they are far smarter than we will ever know. With the dogs I see, I suppose I just get a small glimpse of their world, but someday we will know. The little family of Dogwood Ridge is no more but are buried together under the tall trees, where the sun shines through an open canopy with wind chimes that sing where I often sit in the Adirondack Chairs and think about the best dogs in the world and often speak to Clancy Man, Molly Girl, and Addie Dabby Do… Ken
“He’s here… HE’S HERE!” Abbie barked, and she grabbed her Frisbee and spun circles of excitement. “He’s almost across the bridge, hurry!” “In time child,” Clancy said, but as Clancy and Mollie walked toward the bridge with alert ears and bright eyes, they knew it wouldn’t be too long.
“He’s here… HE’S HERE!” Abbie barked, and she grabbed her Frisbee and spun circles of excitement. “He’s almost across the bridge, hurry!” “In time child,” Clancy said, but as Clancy and Mollie walked toward the bridge with alert ears and bright eyes, they knew it wouldn’t be too long.