Molly was my pride and joy and was my saving grace for two years after we lost her human daddy on 12/9/22. I know she knew he was waiting for her when she crossed Rainbow Bridge on 2/26/25. When she saw me crying after his death, she would crawl up my chest, put her front legs on each side of my neck and kiss and press on my cheeks so I would know that she was there to comfort me and be by my side, and that she was. I miss her beyond words and my heart is broken, but I know she is free from pain and now a healthy nine-year-old fur baby soaring with the angels. Sweet Molly, my heart will always wear the pawprints left by you.
