Caroltime’s Weblog

On 22 August 2007, one of the most wonderful creatures that ever lived ended her lovely, loving life.  My wonderful kitty, Molly aka Mollygurl, passed away.  Yesterday was a full year since her passing.  I never knew how much love I could ever have for a pet.  My home changed that day and I miss her every single day.  I have been fortunate enough to have a few dreams of her.  She’s happy, healthy, her shiny, long coat is blowing in the breeze and she’s trotting along outside.  It’s such a comfort when I have those dreams.

She had intestinal cancer.  She got sick suddenly and died quickly.  Within a matter of days she was gone.  I spent days taking her back and forth to the vet there in the end.  The staff tried to prepare me.  I watched her suffer for 2 days and I could not take it any longer.  The doctor’s were trying to save her, but she wasn’t responding.  I was able to take her to work with me and take care of her and feed her but she wasn’t improving.  I finally decided the morning of 22 August 2007, that it was time.  I had to let her go and I had to let the doctor’s put her to sleep.  I talked to her and told her that I didn’t want to do it, that I loved her so much, but that I couldn’t let her suffer.  I am not the most profoundly religious person, but I am spiritual.  I prayed that God would just take her because I wasn’t sure I could actually make the request.  We got to the vet’s office, she in my arms.  I held her and stroked her head and kissed her and talked to her.  I was waiting and I had told the receptionist why I was there.  Then, Molly took a deep breath that sounded like a rattle in her tiny chest and then she was gone.  I continued to hold her and just weep.  The nurse came for me, they didn’t know yet that she had gone.  We got into the exam room and the vet declared her dead.  They were so kind to me and her.  They gave us some time together.  They held her so delicately and kindly. 

I made the decision to have her cremated.  She now sits at her favorite window looking out over the farmland where I live.  She is surrounded by pictures of her when she was in her beautiful prime as well as pictures of her with my other 2 kitties. I have sympathy cards and some of her trinkets there too.  It isn’t the same.  It SO isn’t the same.  But, when her ashes were given to me, I felt this energy there.  One of my co-workers noticed it too.  Somehow, having her ashes with me comforts me. 

She lived a long life.  She was about 20 years old when she passed.  She is missed every single day and I hope that other pet owners know the same joy that she brought into my life.  My other 2 kitties are special too, but they each had their own personality.  I do miss Molly’s.

So, God Rest My Molly’s Soul and I hope to see her again one day, if only in my dreams.