Molly & Bree

Hell is finding someone to love and I cant see you again.

Molly was a 3 pound shitzu, who hated grooming

She needed strong drugs to get her cleaned up.

And sometimes the drugs made her worse.

But when I dried her, she would curl up close to me.

Maybe bless me with a kiss. 

Though unfortunately she wanted to bite me 

my scissors , clippers.

She reminded me of my dog Bree.

She was a fiery blonde pomeranian 

We found her in the streets of Almeda

The universe united us with our hate of the world.

I was also an angry feisty 18 year old in need of a companion. 

She bit me, my friends, mother, grandma, a few boyfriends, ex husband.

But every night she wanted to sleep next to me on the floor by my bed.

No matter what. My first ride or die.

Some days she would bless me with her presence on my chest, cuddle and a kiss.

Then go her own way, to her own bed. Unbothered.

Bree’s last year on this earth, I knew she was going to leave soon. 

She would sleep for hours, pace the house like someone owed her money.

Stare into the abyss from her Pusheen bed.

Her appetite was declining. She started to sleep in my closet.

I knew years ago when our worlds collided, she picked me and trusted me with this

decision.

I got the car ready, got her ready, 

I came back in the house to give the other pets a distraction treat.

So quickly she was already asleep in her bed. She was already at peace.

We got our last Starbucks run. She even let me hold her like a baby in the room.

We had one last dance with cheeze whiz, sobbing, and telling her I loved her.

“I love you even though you bite me, shit on my floors, piss on my rugs, you don't even let me, a professional groomer, brush or bathe you without a fight. But remember when we got the nice 16th floor apartment in

downtown? You loved the patio, you would sit in your bed, close your eyes and let the breeze flow through your golden hair, you also loved shitting on the downtown streets, going up and down the elevator, you still made people smile with just your smile and a little dance.. As long as they didn't touch you. We owned the streets of downtown Houston that year” 

You can live that dream over and over again where you're going girl.

Then the little 6 pound blond poof ball was gone, all the rage and fight silenced.

A part of my rage and anger was also silenced.

I think it went with you. 

I send out grief cards to my clients, I usually don't have much to say, what can you say in these cards? But for Molly's Mom this came out of me. 

“Thank you for trusting me with Molly. Dogs who are a little more difficult, the pain is much more difficult when they cross over. But they left us with a bigger heart. Love is Love”

May Molly, Bree, everyone's pets/loved ones we lost, be in their favorite spot, under the sun, with their favorite treat, looking over us with love that we gave to them.

For love is eternal