My dog, a black Labrador retriever named Mollie, recently passed away, but she left me with a cherished gift — a great memory of me her and I enjoying ice cream.
Late last month, I was trying to think of a way to get Mollie out of the house in order to break the monotony of her usual routine. However, that was difficult because Mollie’s health was starting to fail. Eventually, I figured she could handle a short car ride to get some ice cream, one of her favorite treats.
So, a few Saturdays ago, Mollie, my father and I, along with our other dog, Sophie, piled into the car a drove out to The Dairy Joy in Weston. My dad ordered both dogs each a medium dish of vanilla soft serve, knowing they would likely gobble up the whole serving. The task of feeding Mollie fell to me. Being blind, Mollie at first was unable to notice I was putting the ice cream in front of her, however, after a few calm commands to get her attention, she noticed. Boy, did she notice. Her eyes quickly widened with joy and she cocked her head to the side and began devouring the ice cream. Lick after lick, Mollie basked in the sun enjoying her dessert with her loving friend, me. I paid careful attention to making sure she did not tip her treat onto the ground, but also saw the joy in her eyes that she was doing two of her favorite things — being outside and consuming food.
That day would be one of the last days I saw Mollie. On June 12, I headed back to her home at my parent’s house at 1 p.m. By the time I arrived, she was gone. But she left behind my favorite ice cream memory.
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