05/03/2022
Molson, my one in a million heart dog. You’re 12 today. I don’t want to admit it, but we’re both getting older. I don’t remember life without you by my side and I absolutely dread the day in my future without you. But besides that, today celebrates you. I really can’t possibly put into words how much I love, adore, treasure, and value you. But I will try.
I wake up every single morning excited to see your happy face and wagging tail. You hide your age so well. But, of course the inevitable is reality. I can see your fur turning grey. But the type of grey that is warming. The type that tells an abundance of stories. The type of grey that means you have done the best job loving your family for 12 years, and you are tired. It’s a sign I did my job correctly, and so did you. I taught you, and you taught me tenfold.
It is a grey that is warming, yet warning.
I can see the “puppy” slowly fade out of your eyes. I see your joints hardening from each step you take.
But what I refuse to see is the “forever young” soul leave you. I refuse to let veterinarian doctor’s orders define you. Well yes you need your allergy meds, ever since those trips to Melville lol. But you are more than a script in a book. You are my once in a life time dog and I will continue to enjoy every single second I have with you.
So, from here on out: I will cherish every single moment I have with you. Every single good morning, every single good bye, and every single goodnight.
I am here for you until the absolute end Momo.
Your face may be greying, and your time wearing thin, but your smile is still so bright. I will cherish you until the end. Happy Birthday Molson. I love you and you’re stupid little face