Molly.

I can hear hear little legs sprinting towards my bedroom.

She jumps onto my bed, with a big smile and I joking say "But, Molly there`s no room!"

At the shelter I got her, we locked eyes, I knew she was the one.

Although, to the other dogs, including the upright mammals lurking, she was quickly shunned.

She was weak and scared.

I couldn`t help but be frustrated with who had her last.

If someone else had not left her stranded or even have bothered to cared.

But Molly is mine. Healthy and loved.

To her, a life such as that must be what she hoped for, or even above.