Last month, I lost my childhood pet Molly. She was a Yorkshire Terrier, that I had from an eight week old puppy. She was much-wanted present for my 13th birthday. She was my beautiful baby, we were inseparable all the way through my childhood, and into my teen years. When I moved out at 18, she came with me and made my first apartment a whole lot less lonely. She used to follow me to every room in the house. She came with me everywhere, and when I got married at 25 she was the flowergirl (my 3 best friends for childhood were the bridesmaids, and they fought all day about who got to look after her, she was such a loveable little girl). She slept on my bed every night for 15 years, curled up in a ball by my tummy, a little dreaming ball of fur. But last month she caught cancer, and she was in so much pain. It was inhumane to keep her alive, but even in her last painful hours she still tried so hard to stay cheerful. She passed away peacefully, in my arms. My house is so lonely without her. My hubby tries to comfort me, but I just feel like no-one feels the pain I do. There's a little Molly shaped hole in my heart. I have my new fur baby Lola, and she reminds me so much of Molly that it's uncanny. But its kind of comforting. I don't think I'll ever stop missing her, but Lola is the light at the end of the tunnel. Sorry for such a long story, but I guess you guys understand the feeling, huh? xxx
