It seems to me that I always feared that day... the day that she would leave... Cancer took her away within 3 days. I found this site tonigt and I thank God that I can express my sorrow and see that I'm not the only one to be grieving that much for a pet. She was my baby! For almost 13 years. Molly was her name. I could hold her on only one arm so she was little. She was a 6 pounds black poodle toy, with long legs, tiny body. She was so cute everybody would talk to her. And she made me laugh all along these years of rough time for me, she was the only part I was afraid to lose. It hurts so much now, I miss her with all my body. I have to get along with people as if nothing would have happened but I can't. Every part of me is crying. My little woolen ball... I can't believe she won't come back! I understand that everything gets better with time... but now I hardly believe it can work this time. It is too much. Little Molly, your life has ended, and a part of me has ended with you. God help me, because nobody around me seems to care.
