Molly’s Wish, Inc. will educate the public, provide a safe haven for animals rescued, help with expenses for those that need extra help, and advocate to change laws and legislation.
In October, my dad was killed in an accident, and we were going through a rough time and I had decided I was not going to foster for a bit. Molly, a six-year-old Yorkshire terrier, came from a Puppy Mill in Missouri. When we got the call about Molly, I figured it was a sign from my dad, he loved dogs, always had a rescue, and he loved visiting whenever I had a new foster dog. Molly was in really bad shape, like all puppy mill dogs. This was in November of 2011. We fostered her for about a month, until we realized that she wasn’t just a foster, we were falling in love with her. Within one month, we decided to adopt her. Molly was different from other Puppy Mill fosters. She wouldn’t come near anyone, wouldn’t bark, and kept to herself most of the time. This went on for the first few weeks.
After the few weeks of Molly entering our home and hearts, she was following me everywhere. I never had a dog that was so attached to me. She was so affectionate and loving. She didn’t go to anyone but me. When I would leave the house, she would sit there and wait right by that door until I came home, never left that spot. When I asked her for a kiss, I was covered with them. During the summer she would be in the pool with me on her float. She loved it…that was one of my best summers.
One night I noticed that she was having trouble getting up one step. The next morning it was obvious that there was something seriously wrong. She was breathing heavy, trying to catch her breath and her stomach bloated. Rushed her to the vets, and after taking x-rays, blood work and sonogram, the doctor told me that Molly’s liver has failed. There was nothing they could do because her liver was ready to erupt. We could not believe it, no prior signs of this…it just happened overnight. It was one of the worst days of my life as a foster/adoptive parent. We tried to keep her as comfortable as possible, but the following week, it was evident that it was time.
I promised Molly that I would work hard to expose and help close down as many puppy mills as possible, with the help of other rescues and groups, so that other dogs would not have to live their life like she had during her first 7 years. Mill dogs are tortured and abused and are used to give birth to puppies heat after heat. The vet guessed at least 8 litters were produced from Molly. Mill dogs are not vet checked, they are cash crops, that is all they are to them.
I was glad we were chosen to love her the last 11 months of her life. I know she was finally not a prisoner to the puppy mill and was living her life as a loved dog, and enjoying every moment of it. She lived like a queen here.
We want to put a stop to these puppy mills, so our furbabies don’t suffer like they do. Molly’s Wish, Inc. will educate the public and show you exactly what a puppy mill is.
May Molly Rest In Peace now as she is over the Rainbow Bridge.Molly’s story hit me hard! My first foster Hope ended up to be a Chinese Crested instead of a Yorkie. She was thrown out of a moving car, one winter night. There was one house on that road, and the retired couple were watching the snow falling so they saw it all.
Molly’s story hit me hard! My first foster Hope ended up to be a Chinese Crested instead of a Yorkie. She was thrown out of a moving car, one winter night. There was one house on that road, and the retired couple were watching the snow falling so they saw it all.
I loved hope, like you Molly…Hope was also my Velcro girl…she was the love of my life…still is, even though she’s been at the Bridge 3 years.
I too was in the kitchen making something to eat. I looked down at Hope, and she had ballooned up almost right before my eyes. I rushed her to my vet, and found out she had liver cancer…it went so fast. She was only 7yrs old, and had been with us for 3 years. I still cry for her. She knew me like no other…
My heart hurts for you…
Thank you for your fight to close mills…that’s what I strive to do also. I foster those that need it most, and might never find a home…but they become part of ours…