It’s close to the anniversary since I found Molly, my little dog. Those of you who knew me five years ago know about her condition. I honestly believe she was a day or two away from death. Covered in mange; (found out it was the genetic mange) starving; sick; eyes crusted and leaking mucus, and she was skin and fur on bones. She was too weak to stand for more than a few minutes. She was terrified of me but too weak to run. I carried her to my car and she plopped down on the back floorboard—-too weak to even hold up her head.
I always had figured that maybe she hid down by the creek banks and the flood had driven her out.
I refused to name her for the first week because I didn’t expect her to live. My brother told me, “Sis, I wouldn’t get my hopes up with that dog. She’s in pretty bad shape.” After a week I named her Molly because I said, “Good golly, it looks like Miss Molly is going to survive.” The first two months I had her she would slink away and hide everytime I picked up a broom.
In a few days it will be five years she’s been with me. In that time, we’ve lost Lola, my beloved Great Dane, and gained a bunch of cats. And we’ve had family move in and move back out; and we now have my mom here.
The morning I found her I had a strong feeling that I was suppose to be at that place at that time for a reason. There was a reason the bus didn’t show up in Tulsa which caused me to drive to Okmulgee.
Five years and this is what that little mange covered, starving dog had to go through the night before I found her. http://www.twisterchasers.com/storm_chasing_august_19,_2007_okmulgee,_ok_flood.htm
Here’s to many more years with Molly!