Adopted from C.A.R.E. - 9/95
Asleep November 17, 2006
She was my roommate, confidant, nemesis, teacher and prayer partner.Who would have guessed back in 1995 that this relationship would have taken on such significance for both of us.It was a chance encounter and love at first sight. She was nervous and guarded yet hungry for love.The tension between fear and trust characterized our life together but, in the end, Mollie let go of fear and rested peacefully in my arms.
I wish to express my heartfelt thanks to those of you who enriched our lives. Cindy R., Mollie’s first advocate. You rescued her from the dangers of the street and provided for the safe birth of her litter. Terri T., Mollie’s foster-mom. You took her into your home and introduced her to family life. You gave her a warm place to live, food, water and the dignity she deserved. Barbara Carlson, DVM, my coach. You helped me understand Mollie’s self-injurious behavior and encouraged me to relax during her “adolescent years.” You said things would get better and they did. Donna R., faithful caretaker, playmate and surrogate mom. You gave Mollie the love and attention she needed whenever I was gone. You are the only person besides me who could safely groom her. Ann C., mentor. Despite your own tender feelings over the recent loss of a pet, you sat beside me and wiped away my tears. You wept with me. You listened to my Mollie stories and helped me celebrate her life. Granny, Auntie Barb, and Matt, my mom, sister and nephew. You comforted me before and after Mollie’s passing and you honored her by respecting her quirky behaviors and boundaries. Granny, you offered her sage advice when you told her not to be afraid. James Jorgensen, DVM, wise teacher. You bought us time so we could enjoy each other a little longer. You were gentle and compassionate as you led Mollie into her final sleep. I shall not forget the look of sadness on your face. Thank you for leaving tufts of fur on her blanket. I will cherish that special gift.
So often we human beings seek to be what we are not.If we are tall, we want to be short. If our eyes are blue, we wish they were brown. If our hair is curly, we try to make it straight. If we are smart, we want to be smarter; rich, we want to be richer. We struggle to accept ourselves just as we are. All creation including our furry, feathered, and cold-blooded friends have something to teach us. A tadpole is meant to become a frog. A cat is a cat quite unlike a dog. Even a snake knows when to shed its skin. Each one is what it is, lives into its own destiny and is guided by its natural instincts. One of the lessons Mollie taught me happened the night she caught three mice in our home. Her swift response to an opportune moment reminded me that observing is more than seeing, listening is more than hearing and vigilance is not without its reward. Thank you, Mollie. I miss you!