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Five Minute Friday: Beloved

I will admit that I groaned when I read that Beloved was this Friday's word. The sting of having no Valentine was still felt and I didn't know what I would write after spending a day feeling anything but beloved.

Somehow my brain turned to my dog Molly, one of the most beloved creatures on this planet. Oh how I loved that dog. Every night before I went to bed, I would lean down over the basket where she was sleeping and say "Mommy loves this dog, she loves this dog." She was my child and I loved her with all my heart.

I did not have a dog growing up. Molly was the first dog I ever had. X had his heart set on a bulldog and after doing some research, we decided that the breed was perfect for us. We saw an ad in the paper and traveled about 20 minutes out of town to see the new liter of pups. One came right up to us, sat in front of us, like she was ours from the very beginning. On the car ride home, we decided to call her Molly Josephine.

That dog was always there for me and always made me feel beloved. It may have been because I could reach the shelf where the treats were but I like to think it was because she was returning the feeling. That dog was beloved and I still miss her every day. The way she always belched after drinking water, the way her farts could clear a room. And the way that she would come up to me and lay her head on my leg when I sat crying on the couch.

Beloved was the bulldog named Molly Jo.
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  1. AmyFebruary 15, 2013 at 10:07 AM

    Dogs can be such great companions. It seems that they sense our feelings, know when we need them to just be with us and soothe our sadness or weariness. Praying for you today, that you know how Beloved you are.

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  2. AnonymousFebruary 15, 2013 at 11:32 AM

    Gotta love how God uses every aspect of His creation to reach out to us, and make His love known...thanks for sharing!

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  3. Ruth KellyFebruary 15, 2013 at 1:22 PM

    Yes, there are always those pets that we have lost. Memories are good to have. Wouldn't it be sad to not have them.

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