When Tattoo Met Molly

 "When Tattoo Met Molly"

It was a few months into 2021, after Wayne and I began dating, that we brought our furry family together: my dog, Molly, and Wayne's cat, Tattoo. Their initial introduction was far from harmonious. Tattoo, a fiercely territorial 14-year-old, saw Molly as an invading force threatening her beloved laundry room domain. Molly, equally set in her ways at 14, wasn't about to back down. Let's just say sparks didn't fly; hisses and growls did.

For a solid year, a six-foot radius around Tattoo was a no-go zone for both Molly and me. That laundry room was her sanctuary, and she wasn't interested in sharing it with anyone.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Tattoo began to soften. Eventually, Molly and Tattoo began sleeping next to each other and Tattoo and I became good friends.

Today, at the grand old age of 18 – a remarkable 270 in human years – Tattoo journeyed to her new Home. Some call it the Rainbow Bridge, but I like to imagine it as her reunion with her Mom, Cyndi, who was undoubtedly waiting for her there.

I don't claim to know God's plan for our pets, but what I do know is, He is a loving God....a God who gave us pets to love like family....a God who who loves Tattoo much like He loves us. And because I know this, I know she is better than she's ever been before.

Tattoo....you were so loved. See you on the other side....