My girl turns 3 today. I never had a pet growing up even though I desperately wanted one. My parents felt a dog would be too much work given everyone's busy schedules. My mom was allergic to cats. It wasn't until I was in my very first apartment without a roommate or boyfriend that I seriously considered adopting one.
Then one day, while on a break a work, I came across a picture of this tiny fuzzy creature standing on a pink blanket. I knew she was meant to live with me. She was the smallest and most timid of the litter.
So in thinking of names for her, I chose the smallest orphan in "Annie" as inspiration. I named her Molly.
She was oh-so little when I bought her home. Timid though? That trait disappeared the second she was away from her brothers and sisters. She's been running, jumping, playing and getting into mischief ever since. As bratty as she can be, she makes me laugh daily. I wouldn't trade my fuzzy girl for anything.
Happy Birthday Molly!