Molly
A donation was made in memory of Molly by Nancy L. Murbach, DVM on Sep 20, 2010.
Molly's Story:
I wasn’t sure if I believed in love at first sight, until that Saturday, June 30, 2001. That was the day my husband and I first laid eyes on her. We were at a pet store in the mall and I shrieked, yes, I actually shrieked when I laid eyes on her; so, loud that my husband heard me across the crowed store. She was in a display pen, eyes intently fixed on the Cheetos that the store clerk was feeding her. Small children were gathered below the pen, looking up at her with smiles on their faces and in their eyes. Yes, there she was an adorable American Bulldog puppy with a big patch around her right eye. I loved her at that moment, I had to have her, and then, I saw her price. Yikes, it was steep and by the way, I swore that I’d never buy a puppy from a pet store, what with the puppy mills and those in shelters. The clerk spoke up telling us that she was “on sale” in honor of the 4th of July; discounted by $200. My husband and I went home and we continued to talk about her, there was no walking way, we were hooked. So there we were, at the pet store when they opened on Sunday, credit card in hand.
We welcomed “Molly” into our home with open arms and she quickly grew to over 150 lbs. As big as she was, she was gentle, sweet, and a bit clumsy too. We are childless but Molly easily filled the void. We’ve had dogs before but this was different; Molly became our “child”. When we were sad, she made us happy, when we were happy she made us laugh, and when we cried, she let us know that we weren’t alone. She became such a part of the family that we started taking vacations in an RV so Molly could go with us. She loved falling asleep with mommy on the bed and willingly gave daddy kisses when he asked for them. She loved going to dog beach and had a passion for bananas. She could smell a freshly opened banana from anywhere in the house and would wake from a sound sleep within 5 seconds of the first peel. Photographs of her grace our walls and Christmas cards were always signed by him, me and Moo (her nickname).
She was ours, and we were happy. For nine years we were blessed. God allowed us to have true unconditional love in our lives and we reveled in it. Then, one day we noticed a limp in her rear left leg. We took Molly to our regular vet and after x-rays were told that she either had Valley Fever or bone cancer. They referred us to a veterinary specialist and they took bone samples. That was a difficult day; I prayed for Valley Fever. A few days later, we got the diagnosis. The news was too much to bare. I sobbed uncontrollably, hysterical with grief, asking God why. I was not ready to say good bye. When I got home, Molly lovingly greeted me at the door. Collapsing to the floor I sobbed with Molly in my arms and at that moment she comforted me and let me know that I was not alone.
After so many visits to the vet specialist we opted to use the services of Veterinary House Call Service. We just couldn’t put Molly through the trauma of going to the vet any longer. She deserved more than that. Dr. Murbach was informative, caring and kind. Molly was at ease and seemed to enjoy Dr. Murbach’s visits. When the time came to say goodbye, Dr. Murbach was there. She spent several hours with us and only left after we placed Molly in the Pet Memorial Service van.
It has been three months since we’ve said goodbye to our baby and I still wonder why. Why large breed dogs suffer with bone cancer but it rarely affects small dogs?
Well, that is the story of Molly Moo and our special relationship. Pearl Jam has a song in which they sing, “Everything you gave, and nothing you would take. I hope that when I die, I’ll meet you on the other side”. Whenever I hear that song, I think of our Molly Moo and pray that we will meet her on the other side.
Till we meet again, Moo.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy too.
Lynn H.
I wasn’t sure if I believed in love at first sight, until that Saturday, June 30, 2001. That was the day my husband and I first laid eyes on her. We were at a pet store in the mall and I shrieked, yes, I actually shrieked when I laid eyes on her; so, loud that my husband heard me across the crowed store. She was in a display pen, eyes intently fixed on the Cheetos that the store clerk was feeding her. Small children were gathered below the pen, looking up at her with smiles on their faces and in their eyes. Yes, there she was an adorable American Bulldog puppy with a big patch around her right eye. I loved her at that moment, I had to have her, and then, I saw her price. Yikes, it was steep and by the way, I swore that I’d never buy a puppy from a pet store, what with the puppy mills and those in shelters. The clerk spoke up telling us that she was “on sale” in honor of the 4th of July; discounted by $200. My husband and I went home and we continued to talk about her, there was no walking way, we were hooked. So there we were, at the pet store when they opened on Sunday, credit card in hand.
We welcomed “Molly” into our home with open arms and she quickly grew to over 150 lbs. As big as she was, she was gentle, sweet, and a bit clumsy too. We are childless but Molly easily filled the void. We’ve had dogs before but this was different; Molly became our “child”. When we were sad, she made us happy, when we were happy she made us laugh, and when we cried, she let us know that we weren’t alone. She became such a part of the family that we started taking vacations in an RV so Molly could go with us. She loved falling asleep with mommy on the bed and willingly gave daddy kisses when he asked for them. She loved going to dog beach and had a passion for bananas. She could smell a freshly opened banana from anywhere in the house and would wake from a sound sleep within 5 seconds of the first peel. Photographs of her grace our walls and Christmas cards were always signed by him, me and Moo (her nickname).
She was ours, and we were happy. For nine years we were blessed. God allowed us to have true unconditional love in our lives and we reveled in it. Then, one day we noticed a limp in her rear left leg. We took Molly to our regular vet and after x-rays were told that she either had Valley Fever or bone cancer. They referred us to a veterinary specialist and they took bone samples. That was a difficult day; I prayed for Valley Fever. A few days later, we got the diagnosis. The news was too much to bare. I sobbed uncontrollably, hysterical with grief, asking God why. I was not ready to say good bye. When I got home, Molly lovingly greeted me at the door. Collapsing to the floor I sobbed with Molly in my arms and at that moment she comforted me and let me know that I was not alone.
After so many visits to the vet specialist we opted to use the services of Veterinary House Call Service. We just couldn’t put Molly through the trauma of going to the vet any longer. She deserved more than that. Dr. Murbach was informative, caring and kind. Molly was at ease and seemed to enjoy Dr. Murbach’s visits. When the time came to say goodbye, Dr. Murbach was there. She spent several hours with us and only left after we placed Molly in the Pet Memorial Service van.
It has been three months since we’ve said goodbye to our baby and I still wonder why. Why large breed dogs suffer with bone cancer but it rarely affects small dogs?
Well, that is the story of Molly Moo and our special relationship. Pearl Jam has a song in which they sing, “Everything you gave, and nothing you would take. I hope that when I die, I’ll meet you on the other side”. Whenever I hear that song, I think of our Molly Moo and pray that we will meet her on the other side.
Till we meet again, Moo.
Love,
Mommy and Daddy too.
Lynn H.
