When I got Molly I was only one and a half years old.When my dad brought her home my eyes sparkled. I decided to name her Molly.As she and I grew
We became closer friends.I remember special memories about her, I remember how we went to my grandmother's house.Molly used to run in the fields and hunt for mice.She loved to swim in the lake.We used to throw a stick in the water and she'd jump off the peer and look like Superman when she jumped into the water.She'd swim to get the stick.Sometimes I hung onto her tail and she'd pull me to shore.She loved walks we used to take her to the field by our house and she and I would race to the end of the field.She won almost every time.After many years Molly grew older and lazier.In those days she and I would sometimes watch movies together.When I was sad,she would come and lick my tears away and that always cheered me up.As she grew older she became less active but she was still my best friend.Years later we saw she was breathing weired,so we took her to the vet.They said she was sick.I became worried.She started to stop eating and became very weak.Next she couldn't get up easily and we had to help her up.We finally decided that we had to put her down.On the day that we were going to put her down,my mom and I spent a lot of time with her,we gave her treats,hugs and kisses,and of course we cried. That night my dad took her to the vet and put down.
And now that she's gone...I miss her very much but now I realize that
she's in a better place...at The Rainbow Bridge.