Molly (RIP)...
I am sorry that I never got the chance to introduce you to Molly. Molly was our first family pet.
I say was because while we were at the sea last week for a bit of a break, Molly was hit by a car just outside our house and killed. I believe she was killed instantly and didn't suffer. We weren't looking for a family pet, Molly found us. A friend, Matthew Tarboton, was moving from Queenstown to East London and couldn't take his 1 year old cat with him. When we heard that Molly was looking for a home we didn't immediately respond, but waited for a while to see if perhaps she wasn't meant to be with someone else. When "someone else" didn't materialise we knew that we were supposed to take Molly.
We bought her a collar with a heart-shaped tag, stamped with her name and her home telephone number. After a while we realised we would need to get a bell for her collar because she kept killing birds and dragging them into the house. Michael Watson, another friend of ours, said this was because she was looking for attention and approval. I think it was because we were underfeeding her. We started feeding her meat portions every second day instead of just pellets and since that day she didn't kill a single bird. She was a very affectionate girl who loved a warm, inviting lap. She did however have the unfortunate habit of wanting to lick our skin wherever she could find an exposed bit. This was not ple
asant at all so at times Molly got a gentle reprimand.
When we received the news of her death we felt quite helpless being 178km away. Her body was still in the road when we received the phone call although someone had been kind enough to move her to the side. I took a chance and phoned Romain & Gcez, two of our other friends here in Queenstown. I asked if they could dispose of the body for us, quite a big ask wouldn't you say? They not only agreed to do so but they took time off work to relocate her body from the road into our garden until they could deal with her properly. After work on that same day Romain and Gcez fetched Molly from our garden and took her around the back of the house to the foot of Long Hill Mountain. There they dug a grave, lined it, placed Molly inside and buried her. Then they made a wooden cross, said a few kind words in memory and sang a song.
I know what you are thinking. What kind of friends are these? Exactly! Romain and Gcez, thank you for handling our first pet's passing with such care and love. You guys are exceptional friends.
Molly, RIP. We will miss you, even your tongue.
I am sorry that I never got the chance to introduce you to Molly. Molly was our first family pet.I say was because while we were at the sea last week for a bit of a break, Molly was hit by a car just outside our house and killed. I believe she was killed instantly and didn't suffer. We weren't looking for a family pet, Molly found us. A friend, Matthew Tarboton, was moving from Queenstown to East London and couldn't take his 1 year old cat with him. When we heard that Molly was looking for a home we didn't immediately respond, but waited for a while to see if perhaps she wasn't meant to be with someone else. When "someone else" didn't materialise we knew that we were supposed to take Molly.
We bought her a collar with a heart-shaped tag, stamped with her name and her home telephone number. After a while we realised we would need to get a bell for her collar because she kept killing birds and dragging them into the house. Michael Watson, another friend of ours, said this was because she was looking for attention and approval. I think it was because we were underfeeding her. We started feeding her meat portions every second day instead of just pellets and since that day she didn't kill a single bird. She was a very affectionate girl who loved a warm, inviting lap. She did however have the unfortunate habit of wanting to lick our skin wherever she could find an exposed bit. This was not ple
When we received the news of her death we felt quite helpless being 178km away. Her body was still in the road when we received the phone call although someone had been kind enough to move her to the side. I took a chance and phoned Romain & Gcez, two of our other friends here in Queenstown. I asked if they could dispose of the body for us, quite a big ask wouldn't you say? They not only agreed to do so but they took time off work to relocate her body from the road into our garden until they could deal with her properly. After work on that same day Romain and Gcez fetched Molly from our garden and took her around the back of the house to the foot of Long Hill Mountain. There they dug a grave, lined it, placed Molly inside and buried her. Then they made a wooden cross, said a few kind words in memory and sang a song.
I know what you are thinking. What kind of friends are these? Exactly! Romain and Gcez, thank you for handling our first pet's passing with such care and love. You guys are exceptional friends.
Molly, RIP. We will miss you, even your tongue.


