Paddington Bear and Miss Molly
My Angel, Paddington Bear was 15 1/2 years old. We rescued him from a high kill shelter in Georgia 1 1/2 years ago after I found his beautiful face on Facebook with only 24 hours left before they stuffed him into their disgusting gas chamber box. (Georgia has awful standards in their animal service system). When he arrived at the end of his long transport, he looked like he was already dead with stinky, oozing green goo coming from his ears, so much extra weight that he could barely walk and the stress level that would kill a cow. After much love, a fabulous diet, exercise and playtime with the rest of our pack, Paddington became the incredible creature he was meant to be. We loved him more than any dog that has ever crossed our paths (shhhhh, I don’t want the others to hear that! Haha).
Unfortunately, his long previous life of obvious mistreatment go the better of his old bones and cancer took over his hind quarters. Paddington had bone cancer that ate away at his back end leaving him unable to walk. He fell while attempting to retrieve his ball and fractured his hip. His knees were already shot and surgery was not an option since he would simply not be able to recover. We made the decision to let him go and he left us as he always will remain in our minds…with his ball in his mouth. We have rescued and rehomed over 35 dogs in the last 5 years but this one hit us and hit us hard. We will miss him forever.
Miss Molly was 17 1/2 years old when she passed. I rescued her over 12 years ago from a shelter in Bradenton, FL. She was an abuse case and her abusers had dumped her there when they no longer found a use for her and a mess she was. Since then, she grew to know love and trust and has been a loyal companion for me throughout the rest of her life and was the “warden” for the rest of the pack. Though the smallest of the crew, she was the feistiest and let me tell you, when Molly growled her peace, the others listened! She was always very uptight and wouldn’t relax unless I was holding her on my lap. I believe the years of maintaining her snotty state of mind caused the Cancer that consumed her little body. She had degenerative back disease and arthritis as well but damn if this dog didn’t continue to run the show! She awoke on Wednesday morning in the place she always was and we knew it was time. Miss Molly had cancer on her skin, and throughout her little body. Her last day with us, the cancer took over the area behind her eyes and she was in pain…..so the decision was made. Her eyes were different and the vet said it was the cancer behind them that was taking her to a bad place. We called our home vet and decided to let them go together. It was the hardest thing we’ve ever had to do. Molly looked more peaceful in her little coffin than I had ever seen her look. She was finally free.
We lost both of our babies within minutes of each other in our home with the help of the ever so compassionate Dr. Dani McVety. They left us feeling loved and in our arms. We will miss them everyday, every minute and every second.