I’ve never been good at putting thoughts into words like Lucas from One Tree Hill. I’ll never be a novelist or write for the local paper.
I just know; it’s been 3 weeks since I’ve lost my best friend. My soul mate. My ‘person’. Molly has been the most consistent in my life, never judged and always loved unconditionally. She has always been there. Anytime I felt the world was crashing down and I felt completely alone I always had her.
Molly was my puppy I won in a raffle; I thought I was lucky that day. I will be lucky everyday for the rest of my life just to have had her.
Molly if somehow you can read and found this: i am so happy that you felt love everyday. I never go to a room without your blanket; I can still smell you corn chip feet and hear your heavy dream snores.
I find comfort knowing you’re not enduring the thunderstorms and just up there running through the sunshine
I asked Jeremy if he thought there was a vending machine for tennis balls; he reassured me they’re endless. And we have plenty here for you.
Don’t worry Molls, you will always be here. 💕
