molly was a sweet rotti that we took in a couple of years ago and sent out into permanent foster care. she had early hip dysplagia so we kept her as a foster so her medical bills wouldn't be a huge burden to her new home. it was a good thing we did because last year she needed knee surgery. molly was still pretty young and she needed her knees in good shape to help with her bad hips.
a few weeks ago, molly started losing weight and became reluctant to eat...bloodwork, xrays, and an ultrasound could not find the underlying cause and molly continued to fail. she was finally diagnosed with terminal bone marrow cancer. her foster dad was devastated.
molly was greatly loved for the last 2 years of her life. she had a good friend in dough-boy, her rotti brother and she had brandon, her very own human who loved her as much as any dog could ever dream to be loved.
i think molly 3 was barely 8 years old at the end of her life and the first 6 years for her were pretty tough.
sometimes i wonder about these animals that just can't seem to get a break..they finally get the life of love and kindness they deserve and then a freak cancer steals it away?
but i am so thankful that molly's last two years were in a home where she was deeply loved. my deepest condolences to brandon for the loss of his friend, and my greatest thanks to him too for giving molly a very happy life in the end.
sometimes life can be so sad and unfair.
rest in peace molly, you were a very good girl.....and you were deeply loved by your family who misses you so much.