She was a mutt my Moller girl, but oh she was smart.
We had to put her down after 17 years. It was the most unbelievable amount of grief I have ever experienced. I was unable to focus for days, and would cry just looking at her picture.
Friends and family who are not dog people could not understand my husband and my grief. We had kept a couch for 10 years, getting it cleaned regularly, even though it truly needed to be thrown out. But it was Mollers couch. She would sit up on the back waiting for us to come home.
We would say the words shotgun, and she knew that meant we were calling her to go for a ride in her truck. When we bought a new, what we thought was a more dog friendly truck, (we still had what we called the Moller truck) she would not get it in it. She would run outside and sit by the Moller truck and not move until we drove it instead of our new one. Our friends thought we were nuts, but after all these years, we just felt what the heck, she's old and feels comfortable in her truck.
How I miss that dog. Well meaning friends tried to replace her for us, not understanding our grief, they brought us over a new dog. But we were not ready, a marvellous smart dog, but we couldn't deal with it yet. So we found her a fabulous family.
Mollers passed away April 21st 2007. To type that out seems like so long ago as a number but in fact to me it was like yesterday.
Last week we decided we would get another dog, we decided to try a small dog this time, and unlike when we got Mollers outside a shopping mall, we researched breeds, and decided that we would get a beagle.
I still miss my Mollers but it's nice to have the pitter patter of four paws again.
Thanks for reading my story.
J.
