Farewell my cranky old friend

Just about 16 years ago my mom brought home a dog.  We named her Mollie and even though she was kind of dumb and kind of mean, we loved her anyway.

She was kind of like that odd relative (you know you have a few) that scares children, snaps at people, is cranky all the time and makes you laugh simply because of how ridiculous they are.  So, we loved her anyway.

Even though we loved her, we thought she might be happier somewhere else so we tried to give her away once.  A few days later we got a call, someone had found her and our information was still on her tags.  The people we gave her to had let her go, to fend for herself.  So we took her back.  We knew it had to be us, to love her and take care of her and embrace her, crankiness and all.  We had enough love to go around anyway.

Years passed.  She got older.  She got crankier.  We kept loving her anyway.

Today, the fight left her.  She’d been cranky enough.  She’d finally snapped at enough people.  She’d made enough kids cry.  She’d made us laugh enough and taught us enough about how to love, even when it’s hard.  Her life was complete.

We’re going to miss you, old cranky friend.  We’ll always love you, anyway.

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