Missing Molly

I’m a little sad today, friends. One year ago today we had to say goodbye to the most wonderful dog in the world, Professor Molly McGoo, PhD. I’m still not over it. I miss her sweet face, the sound of her nails clicking on the kitchen tile and her tail thumping on the stairs when she’d see someone coming her direction. She was truly a special creature, and I’m starting to worry we’ll never find another pet as perfect for our little family. Tate still points at her photo and asks where she went, and Lucy keeps her ID tags on the dresser in her room. We are all ready for a new pet to join our home, but we still haven’t quite found the right one. The last few weekends the kids and I have visited a few shelters, but while there were lots of great animals looking for homes, there weren’t any that seemed to fit in with our crew.

We will keep looking, and I know we’ll find him or her eventually. I mean, Molly was found on a random, unplanned stop to a (now defunct) local shelter and she was total perfection. Man, oh man, I miss that dumb dog.