When I adopted Molly at a year and a half old, I had no idea the journey we would have together. This cutie pie had such a personality – the greatest goof-ball, the best window watching, car traveling love-ball of a good girl. Over the course of the next 7 years she would be by my side through 3 relationships, 5 apartments, the death of my father, a global pandemic night shift, day shift, and summer after summer of fun adventures. Molly never had a bad day, she was always ready to cheer me up and if I was sick she would lay next to me in bed for as long as it took for me to feel better – I will never forget getting pneumonia where she skipped breakfast and dinner just to sleep next to me and keep me warm, she was truly a selfless dog. Most important of all was the trust Molly placed in my hands – see Molly had a rough start to life. Molly was a stray for about the first year of her life, god knows what happened to her during this time. Molly feared being touched by most people, unless it was me or my Fiancee, Molly did not want love from anyone else. But to Molly, our love was all she wanted. You couldn’t find a dog happier to do whatever it was that I was doing, and snuggling was 90% of what we did, she was the best snuggler – I even started a photo journal titled, “The different napping positions of Molly.”Despite Molly not liking to be touched she sure touched the heart of so many people. She was on a first name basis at the Vet’s and my inlaws couldn’t get enough of teasing Molly with sneaky placed lovin pets when her back was turned – even though Molly didn’t want their love, they gave it to her anyways.Molly was diagnosed with IMHA about a week before she died, her body began attacking itself and so she was placed on steroids to try and stop her immune system from doing any more damage. She was showing signs of recovery, on the day she died she ate and drank like normal and by all accounts seemed to be like brand new. Later that night however, at night checks, her boarding staff saw she went into labored breathing. The owner rushed her up front in his lap where he called me very concerned, unfortunately Molly had a heart attack in his lap and my best friend was gone. Earlier that day she turned around one last time to give me a kiss, she loved boarding so this was unusual from her, normally she runs off to see the other dogs – but she knew it was going to be her last day and she put on a good show for me, she didn’t want me to worry and she didn’t want to die in front of me. I will never forget the happiness on her face when I left her, and I will never be able to replace the friend I lost. I love you Molly, I love you to the end of the world and back. Rest Easy Girl, Heaven has you now.