From Max’s Dad:
Let me take a bit of time between resisting to tell you about Molly.
We were blessed with Molly one day in April of 2016 when the stars aligned and we were just 5 minutes ahead of another family when we saw her in the local animal shelter. Her name was Baby, she was 11, she had cancer, she had been used as a breeder dog, and she had just been spayed. And there, in a cage, stood the most beautiful spirit I had ever laid eyes on, at least for a dog, and about 99% of humans. Baby was up for adoption and I immediately wanted her to come live with us. We changed her name to Molly, paid the fees. and took this 58 pound Golden Retriever home to enrich our home. Man, did she ever.
Molly loved the back yard to roam freely for perhaps the first time in her 11 years. She loved her treats. She loved to eat. She loved to play when her age let her. She loved to go on walks with her “brother” Jack. She loved to lay around and be brushed. She loved to be petted. She loved to fart and belch and make goofy faces. Molly was the sweetest most loving dog Ive ever had.
But Molly was now 13 and slowing down.