Molly's owner, moved out
and left her and two cats alone. The landlord, who was
living in another state had not gone to the house to
inspect it after she moved out, for 7 days. Molly was
alone for a week, to fend for herself with the two
cats...one now dead, and one still alive, found sleeping
with her.
The Animal Control
Officer took Molly and the orange tabby to the shelter.
Pumpkin the cat, who we
named for his beautiful orange coat was adopted just 3
days after they had been taken out of the abandoned
apartment. He was now safe and in a loving home where he
would live happy and healthy.
But Molly, was weak and
under weight. So she stayed a month....and she stayed
for 6 months, and then 9 months. She grew to be 120 lbs.
of beautiful dog.
And we loved her. We all
loved her. We sang her praises to everyone who entered
the shelter. And she proved to everyone what a
sweetheart she was and how gentle she was with everyone,
including small children and other large dogs. She
greeted people with the same love and enthusiasm
everyday. Enjoying and wallowing in the excitement of
having company each day, she thrived.
But Molly had lingering
affects for what she had endured when she was left in
that apartment all alone, without any food or
water....she felt as though, cats or anything small was
hers. She didn't know the difference between a domestic
cat or a raccoon or squirrel. It was all food to
her...and she could not be around small animals, ever.
This was Molly's ONLY fault....and although other dogs,
a lot of dogs had this fault also, Molly was in the
shelter, and she was looking for a home. This was
the one thing we were all frightened about if she did
get a home. How could they walk her without ever coming
across a small dog, or a cat, or a squirrel? We couldn't
guarantee that wouldn't happen, or take that chance. She
would end up in another shelter, and not be so lucky
next time.
So....Molly became our
Mascot. ACO 3's girl. My girl. We all grew attached to
her. All of the Animal Control Officer's would tend to
her needs, and spoil her...but none more then ACO 3. He
taught her to sit, to stay, to drop the ball and he
spent hours with her....just sitting with her at night
while on duty, and loving her. The volunteer's adored
her. Bringing her special treats and special toys
saying, "These are Molly's toys only, okay?"
Molly was with us for
over a year, and at that time we at the shelter fell
into some "political cracks" and in that process.....we
lost control and Molly got lost in it. "Why was she
still here?" "Why wasnt she adopted?" "What is wrong
with her?" "We cant have a liability like this in
here"....and that was it. That was the final word. And
as the political ball rolled on.....Molly lost.
We all stayed with Molly
the last day of her life. All of us except ACO 3, who
had now moved to another state. I promised him I would
protect her, and I couldnt. I couldnt, and now here I
was comforting her while she died. I will never, ever
forget the fear in her eyes. I will never, ever forget
that I promised to keep her safe and that I failed.
Molly is with me now. Her
ashes sit on my desk and her memory burns in my heart
each time I think of her. When I think of Molly, I think
of how unfair and unjust her death was. I will always
remember her face, and as the tears fell down my face
that day and as her life slipped away in front of me, I
held her one last time....for ACO 3.
Molly, our beloved Mascot
RIP
~12-9-04~