Molly was promoted for adoption one Christmas under the name Holly. She was on the list to be euthanized, so her story was heart-wrenching. A coworker adopted her, but it didn't work out, so "Holly" came to live with me and my baby boy dog, Mack. That was more than sixteen years ago!

Molly, as she came to be called, lived a glorious live with her fur pals, including other dogs and cats. As she grew older, though, she struggled with back issues much like my own. Her persistence and resilience in the face of her struggles was an inspiration to me as I battled my own pain. Thanks to my wonderful vet and Molly's incredible spirit, she lived a long sixteen years, chasing squirrels up to the end.