Molly's Playhouse

I lost my dear Molly in the early hours of October 23, 2011. She was about eight years old. I will never forget my O.G. (original glider), and sweet little friend. I miss her so much!

On Saturday, October 22, I went into the glider room to feed my fuzz butts. Molly, who is usually the first one up waiting for me each night, wasn't on that night. When she finally came out of the pouch, I noticed she was moving very slowly, and seemed unsteady. When she got to the dinner dish, I saw why. Poor Moll had a huge gash across her little back; probably a mating wound that had been excessively groomed by the others in her colony overnight. I scooped her up and immediately took her to the emergency vet near by.

The vet informed me that Molly's wound was only repairable by stitching. She would have to put Molly under anesthetic and stitch her up. It was already after midnight at this point. The vet said, "You are welcome to stay, but I'd recommend you go home and get some sleep. I have two other emergency stitchings I have to do on dogs that came in before Molly tonight. We will keep her warm in the incubator and watch her until that time." I very reluctantly agreed to leave, fearing that I'd never see Molly alive again. I asked the vet to call me right away once Molly was out of surgery.

At about 4:30 A.M., the vet called me, and informed me Molly had passed away while she was under anesthesia. I was devastated.

I am comforted by having two of Molly's daughters and three of her granchildren in my colonies. When I look at Lula now, I sometimes think I am seeing Molly, because she looks and acts so much like her mama.