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a whole year ago

Theres not a day that goes by that i dont think about you my beautiful Molly. So many things remind me of you. these things used to make me said and cry, but now gradually, more and more they make ...
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About me

I am a 10 year old beautiful rough haired collie. I am very lucky to have a family like mine.

Favourite food

wet food and left overs

Favourite toy

pot plant buckets

Likes

family and other dogs and lazing around

Dislikes

i hate fire works and loud noises

What makes me special

When I was told in class to write about my best friend I really struggled. I thought really hard about it, but I just couldn’t seem to think of anybody. Sure I have friends who I trust, but I really couldn’t choose one that I would call a best friend.

Suddenly, all at once it came to me. It was standing out all along. It was plain, simple and clear to see. She doesn’t talk but she is always there to listen, she would never backstab me or hurt me emotionally. It was my beautiful dog called Molly. Silly? Yes I know, but it’s true. Molly was my best friend from day one.

It was 1997 and I was 5 years old and currently attending Mill kindergarten. One day we were all sitting around in a big circle, because one of the mums was bringing in a litter of 3 Rough Haired Collie puppies. The puppies were absolutely adorable. There fur was so soft, and fluffy and ever so clean. You know the feeling when your in the presence of a little pup, you just can’t help but smile and laugh.

At the time I already had a very sweet and handsome Golden Retriever called Whisky. Whisky was beautiful and he had such a big personality. The week before kinder we went to Pipe Works .We were apparently buying all these pet stuff for Whisky, like, a bed, a blanket and a couple of toys. It didn’t occur to me at the time what it meant. I just thought mum and dad were buying all these new things for Whisky, but it mean something entirely different.

Back at kindergarten mum and dad had secretly bought a puppy. There were 2 males and one female in the litter. My best friend was a sweet, young lady. I can remember how exited I was to have a beautiful puppy of my own. It was something that I had dreamed about since I was a little girl.

When we bought the little puppy home we were deciding on the perfect name. The names we were choosing between were Abbey, Lady and Molly. You can probably guess what we called her. Molly Anne Heatley.

Molly instantly became one of the family. She met Whisky and they approved of one another. They too were the best of mates. Molly was not a rough puppy instead she was gentle and quite, she would never hurt a fly.

When molly was still a puppy, my sister and I pushed her around in our pram. It is hard to believe how quickly time passes. I can’t remember how I exactly felt but looking back at the picture i look proud and very happy.

Whisky took the role of looking after molly very seriously. They were very rarely ever seen alone. Whisky was sweet like that.

As a puppy Molly wore a very cute, orangey and Tuscany coloured collar. It was the only one that would fit her little neck at the time.

The next year was 1998 I was starting Prep at the school next door. I was six years old, and only knew a couple of my friends. Molly had grown rapidly throughout the year and was now her full size. Every night when mum came to pick me up she would sometimes bring Molly with along with her. When we saw each other it was like we’d been separated forever. She would jump around, bark and lick my face all over. This is what made our friendship so strong, our love for one another.

In 2001 Molly’s best friend Whisky passed away, my ‘Boofa’. Whisky was 15 years of age when he died of a horrible heart attack. Molly took over sleeping on the back door step, through rain, hail or shine she would stay there on the cold pavement. No matter what we tried she would not sleep in her kennel. I was there to help Molly during her hard time, just as she had been there for me. Whenever I would be crying or just plain sad, Molly would sense how I felt and come and rest her head in my lap, with those big black eyes looking at mine. When she did it made my troubles melt away.

That’s what friends are for. They are there for you when you need a shoulder to lean on or cry on. In my case they are there when you need a helping paw.

Later that same year Brandy our little beagle puppy came into our lives. Immediately Molly became a mother to Brandy. She looked out for her, just as whisky had when she was a pup.

When brandy was 9 months old we enrolled her in dog school. We couldn’t leave molly on her own so she joined the club too. This is where we had a lot of good times. It’s almost as though training her made our trust stronger. Even though she would run to mum on recall, I knew she loves me.

Molly and I made it through to grade 4. In this level it meant that we as a team could sit, drop, stand, stay, recall, jump over hurdles and weave very slowly. Molly was the oldest in her class and I was the youngest student. During the term we had obedience trials. In her class molly and I came in with a score of 145 points, but Brandy however scored 152 points. Damn that little beagle.

At the Christmas break up it was all fun and games. Santa was there, instructors were there and even family was there. That year Molly and I competed in the agility competition and the sack race. In the sack race the handlers had to hop into a sack and jump while their dogs walked calmly beside them. It was tricky, especially when my pants kept falling down! In the agility we also came first, with a time of 32 seconds, and the best thing was, we beat the instructor’s dogs.

In 2006 on New Years Eve I came home to find not molly in my backyard. My heart literally raced and pounded, tears welled in my eyes and then streamed down face. I called her name over and over again, but she never appeared. Then suddenly in the distance I heard that annoying bark that I have learned to ever so love. It sounded as though she was behind the shed, but when we looked she wasn’t there. We then checked over the fence and found utter relief, there was molly in our neighbour’s backyard. We couldn’t just leave her there overnight so dad climbed the fence and brought her home. As she came down the street I saw her and I burst into tears. It was like watching ‘Lassie come home’, but instead it was ‘Molly come home’. She was limping pretty badly on her front paw, but thankfully she was ok. That night I stayed with her stroking and reassuring her until she fell into a deep sleep. Till this day our neighbour still doesn’t know how his vegetable patches were destroyed, and let’s just say, I hope he never does.

Now that Molly is older and not so energetic she has become ever so photogenic. Photographing my dogs has become one of my favourite past times, along with writing about her, as you can probably see.

Molly has been a cowgirl, a baby, an elf, a poser and a princess, but most of all Molly has been my best mate,

cMolly Anne Heatley has left a paw print in my heart and my life.c
She is the light of my life.
Molly will be mine, so faithful and true till the last beat of my heart.

My best friend, until the end of time.

My personality

Energy

60%

Intelligence

70%

Friendliness

100%

Playfulness

50%

Activeness

50%

Loyalty

100%