31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes: Day 4

31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes: Day 4 - Embrace

Today would have been my bulldog Molly's 18th birthday. She crossed the rainbow bridge about 6 1/2 years ago and I still feel the void in my life that she left. Molly Josephine was the first dog I had ever had. As a child, we never had a dog and never really spent much time around dogs. But X had always had a dog so when we moved into our own home, we started talking about getting a dog. I wasn't sure about it but once we brought home this little wrinkly pup, I embraced being a doggy mom. Actually, I think she embraced us as the people she wanted to go home with. She came and sat down in front of us and we fell in love instantly.

She had the best personality and was constant entertainment. She could clear a room with her silent but deadly farts. And when I cried, she would come set her chin on my leg.

I am so glad I embraced the opportunity to have a dog in my life. She was just a blessing and even though she was only with me for just shy of 10 years, she brought some much joy. It isn't the same to come home and not see her looking out the window at me.

Maybe one day I'll embrace another dog like I did Mojo but she will always be first in my heart.

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