|When we first got them :)|
Molly was a temperamental little thing. She'd change her favorite spot to sleep every other week, and it was always a joke in our house where she was that week. She would turn up her nose on food that wasn't "just" opened, she would hiss at the other cats and give me and my brothers "the look," as we fondly called it (when you were right about to be swatted in the face with one of her white paws), and she would even stand up to my brother's black lab when Jersey would come to visit our house!
Molly had the softest fur and the sweetest purr. She had a dozen or so nicknames, like, "Bones," "Molly Molly Moo Cow," and "Baby Girl". She saw me through my awkward teen years, the incessant teen girl tears, and was a constant ball of fluff in the middle of my twin bed. Molly loved the outdoors. She would rub against my face lovingly when I bent my head towards hers. She would wrangle her fur and be in her glory when Mom and I brushed it with these tiny hot pink Barbie doll brushes. She was an excellent mouser. She wrapped us all around her tiny paw, and we didn't care (much as we balked on the outside).
And Monday we said goodbye. She lived a good, long life, and she loved us. We didn't want to take her away, but we had to. You see, sometimes you would rather see something or someone not in pain than keep them around for your selfish heart. And though I've cried all week, I know deep down, that it's for the better. She was sick, and it would have been harder to watch her suffer longer, as her tiny body gradually shut down. She was in pain, I keep telling myself, as the tears run down my face typing this, it was better this way.
My parents told me they bawled taking her to the vet. Mom watched movies when she was home Monday night, something she hardly ever does. I remembered cuddling her on Sunday, when she was so weak she could hardly move. I remembered how Molly put her little head in my hand and slept like that for a few minutes. And we all cried together.
And then I remembered some good things. I know it will hurt for a long time, but the earth is moving. Time is going by. People are changing, and so am I. I remember the last time I saw Molly, and I remember the first time I saw her. And I remember the happy times and sad times in between.
And lastly, I remember the hole in my heart.
So, please bear with me. I thought that if I wrote about Molly it might help. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. Time will tell. And, in wrapping things up today, I'll share a few more pictures of her here. I actually snapped a bunch a few weeks ago. Thanks for letting me vent here.
Goodbye, Baby Kitty. I love you. You were a sweet Molly.