Hello friends it’s been a sad week over here. We lost our Molly girl. I mentioned in my last post that she was having some issues and would not eat. I called the vet and she said the tumor on her liver had probably gotten worse. It’s not like she couldn’t eat. She did take a couple of bites of food in a weeks time but she didn’t even act like she wanted food. A bite or two is all she had in almost a week. She would just turn her head like she couldn’t be bothered to eat it.

I named Molly after my grandmother Rose. Molly came to us when she was about two years old. We had her another thirteen years. She lived a good long life but that still doesn’t make letting go any easier.

We tried everything, we cooked food we bought several different kinds of food that we thought she might like. I gave her water with a medicine dropper so that she wouldn’t be too dehydrated.

Nothing worked. Last Tuesday we called the vet to schedule a time to take her in for the inevitable. She had gotten so skinny. She had nothing to work from anyway. The vet said we had done everything we possibly could have. She said Molly was tired and her little body was giving out. She said that not eating was probably her way of trying to tell us she couldn’t go on. We knew we had to make the decision that no pet owner ever wants to have to make. We knew that prolonging it would mean more misery for her. The last night she was alive she seemed to be very restless and maybe in pain. She kept getting up and going from one bed to another. She had a bed in the living room and a bed in the office because she always liked to be near us.

The waiting time was unbearable. I kept thinking ten more hours, nine more hours, two hours until it was time to put her in the car and take her to the vet’s office. It seemed as if the other babies knew what was happening and even they were very somber and quiet.

We drove the short ten minutes to our vet. It was both the shortest and longest ride of my existence. I sat in the back seat with her. Mark carried her in when we got there. They gave her a shot to make her sleepy and and left us with her to say goodbye and love on her, which we did. We hugged and kissed her and told her she was the best girl in the world. They came in and administered the second shot and she passed very peacefully.

A million tears have been shed for our precious Molly. She truly was the best girl in the world. I know I have told you the story about how she came to us. She was brought to us by an Angel dog. You can read the story here. Molly and the Angel dog.

After we went home we told stories about our girl. We laughed and cried. The house is so lonely and quiet. She was the loudest baby of all and the stinkiest. Mark said she was stinky going into a bath and after five minutes out she was as stinky as ever. I still think I hear her walking around and I probably do. She will always be such a huge part of our hearts.

They’re not meant to live as long as we do. My husband says the light that burns twice as bright burns half as long. Our sweet babies are definitely a sign of this.

So goodbye Molly Rose you will always live on in our hearts. You touched so many hearts. You were the best girl in the world.

Always remember

Love your day your way!!!!

Hello friends sorry I have been a little MIA over here. I am currently in quarantine. For another day or so. I can’t believe that after more than two years Covid got me. And yes I had the vaccines and that is probably what saved me from having such a bad case.

Last Wednesday night Molly was having one of her bad diarrhea episodes. I had worked late and when I got home Mark told me he had already had to run her outside several times. I spent the night in the chair in the living room so I would hear her when she needed to go out. So when I woke up on Thursday morning feeling like I had been hit by a truck and with a slightly scratchy throat I didn’t think too much about it.

I went to work and felt like crap so I went back home. Once I was at the house I took my temp. It was normal. I checked it again a few hours later and it was a little high. I felt worse. I checked it a little later and it was much higher. I took a home Covid test and it was negative, turns out I took it too early, but I went and got in bed. I had the worst headache I have ever had in my life. It was like a migraine that would not go away. It lasted for almost twenty four hours. My temperature stayed mostly high for two days and then started going down. The headache went away and was replaced with a raspy cough and sore throat. I retested on Saturday morning and I was Covid positive which I had pretty much figured out at that point. So I just went back to bed and that is where I have mostly stayed.

Having Covid is bad enough but the fear that my husband could get it terrifies me. Because of his transplanted kidney he takes immunosuppressants every day. This makes him more susceptible to everything. Luckily it was his long weekend to work so he was not at the house very much. The only problem with that was I had to make sure the babies got taken outside and fed etc etc. until he came home from work.

I stayed upstairs in my bedroom the entire time. I only went downstairs three times a day for very short periods. When I did go downstairs I wore a mask and gloves and didn’t touch anything he would need to touch. I sprayed lysol and bleach spray wherever I went. So far he has had no symptoms. I didn’t actually see him for about four days. He would bring food to the bedroom and place it on a table outside the door. I just pray he has escaped it.

Scruffy has been my constant companion. He has not left my side. Gus also came to visit a few times but I have to say I have barely seen Kitty Kitty. I guess nurturing the sick is just not her thing.

After a few days, when I started to feel better, I messaged work and had them email me a couple of things to work on. I read, I knitted, I worked on the temperature blanket. I watched a couple of movies. And I slept a whole lot.

I think I had a fairly mild case. Other than the headache from Hell and the high temperatures in the beginning it hasn’t been too bad for me. I still tried to go outside almost every day to get fresh air and keep my strength up. Certainly not something I want to experience again but considering how many more people had it worse, so much worse, I consider myself lucky.

How are you doing? How is your week going? Better than mine I hope

Always remember

Love your day you way!!!!!