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mollie -8 is a female Jack Russell born June 11, 2013
and last adopted September 11, 2013.
She is 7 years and 1 month old.
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lost by eight || scene || purchased || adopted September 11, 2013
Mollie here is named after one of my old real life dogs. Upon bringing home the Foo version, Mollie was still alive. She has since passed away as of about 2 years ago. I do not know the date due to my parents not telling me whenever they put her down, and they have since forgotten. She was a beautiful dog who lived 18 years of chasing squirrels, being treated like a princess, and being loved. Mollie was originally my great grandmother’s, neighbor’s dog, the Moonies, but upon the husband passing away when I was about 10, Mollie’s owner decided to start living in a nursing home. My grandma took her in, but she didn’t want another dog, especially one inside the house. I begged my parents to let us take her, despite having another dog, and they thankfully said yes. All was good for a few months until our other dog Boots decided to attack Mollie. We thought she was dead, and we brought her to the vet to get all the stuff done to have her buried. We received a call about an hour later saying Mollie was still alive! We ended up giving Boots back to my cousins who we got her from where she could play with her sister all day long, and Mollie came home to live with us.
Fast forward a few years, and we brought home my dog, Mindy. The two of them didn’t really get along, but it was the puppy and crabby dog snips that were in play. They got into one fight when Mindy was about a year old, but that was the only one they were ever really in. Sometimes they snipped at each other, and the one time it mattered we didn’t pay attention. Correction, I did, but my parents didn’t think anything of it. Mollie got a bite on her upper lip, and it started to swell from an infection. I told them, but they couldn’t find the time to get her into the vet for some odd reason. After a while, the puss went away, but her lip still was swollen. After begging them for almost a year, they took her to the vet, and it turns out that is was a tumor. They ended up putting her down shortly after because she was about to start having pain from it to where she couldn’t eat. She also was going through kidney failure and couldn’t control her peeing anymore, so it was time for Mollie to be put down. She lived a rather full life having puppies of her own at one point. With the passing of Mollie, it was the final chapter in my book of growing out of childhood. I will always love and miss her.