by Carolyn Young
MY MOLLY
From Carolyn (Momma)
It was a paw outstretched through the bars of the Toronto Humane
Society a few years ago that bridged the distance between your heart
and mine.
For an all-too brief time you graced our lives with our love for you and
knowing joy in its purest form.
My heart aches with the pain of not being able to reach out to your
beautiful countenance with your chocolate brown eyes and thick white
fur. I miss you more than words can say but rejoice in the fact that I
had the opportunity to care for you. You were my daughter, my best
friend and my soul mate, yesterday, today, forever, amen.
From Nana
Our time with you flew by so fast. How we wish we had known you
longer. You came to us from a shelter. We saw you first in a cage,
your legs chewed red with anxiety. In two short years you blossomed.
Your white fur coat grew thick with regular medical care and all the
love we could lavish on you.
Your enormous brown eyes shone bright with contentment.
Your huge Samoyed smile would melt anyones heart.
The light of your love will shine forever in our hearts.
WALKING MOLLY IN WINTERTIME
From Grandpa
Her body arcs across the drifted snow.
The sharpness in the air defines her joy.
She looks to us and begs us follow on
to where she knows the best in us is found.
A SPECIAL LOVE AND WHERE ITS FOUND
from Uncle Peter
It was a simple two-word question that I asked a lot.
Indeed it was one that I seemed to ask at least once every day:
Wheres Molly?
Well, I dont feel I have to ask that question any more.
For there can be no doubt to any of us where Molly is now.
There can be no question at all.
Its a place of comfort.
A place where the weather is always Molly Weather.
Where she can have all the bones she could ever want.
And enjoy all the parts that it wasnt safe for her to enjoy before.
Its a place where she can howl, run and explore as much as she wants.
For however far she wants.
Thank you, God, for giving us the courage to let her go to this place.
For as beautiful as it must be, though,
She sadly had to leave one thing behind.
Sadly for us, as well as for her.
Molly was the simple, beautiful light that I was always able to look
forward to when I came through the door.
That all of us looked forward to when we walked through the door.
Or when we came up the steps.
When we came back from the places that we had to go to.
Its nice to think - and to hope - that one day she will be waiting there.
With her lively white tail up in the air, to meet us once again,
When we come home to stay.