Molly and Me
Molly was a beautiful Border Collie-Australian Shepherd mix given to me by my two granddaughters when she was 6 months old. While visiting my daughter’s family in Arizona 17 years ago Molly and I had an instant attachment. This attachment lasted for 16 years.
At obedience school the teacher didn’t allow metal collars or treats as she believed dogs, if treated correctly, would learn because they want to please their master. Molly was the top student in the class and was chosen for three years to demonstrate advance obedience at the County Fair. She also demonstrated her ability in the skill and ability event. They always had her run last as she was able to jump the high 3 ft. hurdles with ease. This picture was taken when she was 2 and I was 73. She’s gone now and I still have a hole in my heart.
The depressing aspects of convalescent facilities are patients with little quality of life remaining. Those lying in bed in a vegetative state make one wonder if we are doing them a favor by prolonging their lives, but know this a controversial subject. At my age I give this a lot of thought.
I found it remarkable on our first visit to a home when Molly approached a lady in a wheel chair and put her head in her lap. The lady just beamed and I witnessed the comfort our visits would bring to people in need. People under these conditions were hungry for attention and someone to talk to from the real world. They enjoyed Molly and Molly and I derived pleasure at the same time. Most practical things learned in life comes from listening to older people and these visits were educational as in questioning them about their early life one derived different philosophies and multitudinous events in history not aware of.
My visit with a 100 year old woman, bed ridden and blind was always a joy as she was still outwardly contented and curious with life. She had been a scientist and told me many things I wasn’t aware of from the past. During WW1 she folded parachutes for the Air Corps. I laid a towel on her bed and Molly laid next her to be petted. Her goal was to live until the year 2000 and she did.
When reaching the age of 80 my stamina decreased and limited my visits to a 94 year old man, Gil Masters, whom I became friendly during my visits, plus he loved Molly. He was a recreational writer, like me, and we exchanged our writings for the week. I admired his writing style as he was very folksy and he liked my essays. He also adorned his writings with excellent pen sketches that brought them alive. He wrote a short book his daughter put together called Gullibl’s Travels, a description of his days during WW1 and as a hobo traveling across the country looking for work. My wife and I took a weeks vacation and upon retuning found he had passed away and he was painfully missed.
Annie was obtained when Molly was around 10 to keep her active. Molly took her in as her puppy and she has turned out to be a joy. She would be amiss if I didn’t include her picture.
Remember that you don’t have to have a dog to not only learn, but lighten the day for someone who would be appreciative of your visit.