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Lullaby

Goodnight my Angel, time to close your eyes, and save these questions for another day......I think I know what you've been asking me. I think you know what I've been trying to say..I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away..Good night my Angel, now its time to sleep, and still so many things I want to say.Remember all the songs you sang for me, when we went sailing on an emerald bay,and like a boat out on the ocean, I'm rocking you to sleep..the waters dark and deep, inside this ancient heart you'll always be a part of me. Goodnight my Angel now its time to dream, and dream how wonderful your life will be.Someday your child will cry, and if you sing this lullabye, than in your heart there will always be a part of me. Someday we'll all be gone, but lullabies's go on and on, they never die that's how you and I will be. Lyrics by Billy Joel

GODS LENT CHILD

I'll lend you for a little while a child of mine, God said,
For you to love while she lives and mourn for when she's dead
It may be six or seven years. or forty two or three,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me??
She'll bring her charms to gladden you and should her stay be brief
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught below, I want this child to learn.
I've looked this whole world over, In my search for teachers true,
And from the things that crowds life's lane, I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love? Nor think the labor vain?
Nor hate me when I come to take this lent child back again??
I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord, Thy will be done"
For all the joy thy child will bring, the risk of grief we'll run
We will shelter her with tenderness, We'll love her while we may
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay.
But should Thy Angels call for her much sooner than we've planned
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try and understand........

I always knew that your were one of Gods Angels Molly...

This is a letter to my Boston Terrier Hero..Fair Molly Mcq...

Dear Molly,
Did you ever know that you're my Hero??..Your everything that I would want to be...you were the biggest hero that I ever came in contact with in my whole life...The love that poured from your heart to others, was the most moving thing about you..From the time you opened your eyes you poured forth Love.....you were born to show the Saviors Love to others..you touched so many peoples hearts in your short life..and gave some of them their last smiles as they departed from this earth....you prevented a patient from rebreaking their hip as you raised a fit letting us all know that she was sneaking out of her wheelchair...with your sense of humor you made patients laugh that were crying..you made me laugh when I was sad...You let us all know when one of the patients went over the fence or out the window...you answered to all the names that the Alzheimer patients called you...and you never let any of them die alone..We worked together as a team..side by side...we never went anywhere without each other....you were the life of the party..in the patient activity rooms...doing the Hokey Pokey with the best of them...you visited all the patients rooms that couldn't get up and let them talk to you and stroke your head...not to mention to sneak a few treats...You held me up when I was down..you licked my tears when I cried...you waited patiently with me for hours...you went with me anywhere at any time without question...you never raised your lips at anyone except to smile at them...I would want to be like you..to love everyone..to show your kindness..your patience..your compassion..the love of the one who created you...you made my heart swell when the Delta Society gave you your Certification title for a Therapy dog....every time your picture was in the paper with the patients..I saw the magnificent smiles you put on their faces...and the joy in their hearts because you were there.....I saw your reverence when you were invited into Gods house..to be an honored guest at one of your friends funeral...I saw you bow your head in prayer when we prayed..and not move a muscle...as you sat on one of the chairs..I saw you sing like an Angel ..and wondered at times if you were just that... in disguise.and now your an honored story in a book....to touch thousands of peoples hearts all over the world..letting them know that Its All Right To Cry over the loss of their beloved friends..You bring new friends into my life every day..requesting to know and share some of your life..You touched my life more than any being in my whole life..you touched my life is such a way that I will never be the same...you showed me the true meaning of unconditional love....I will never stop loving you...I will think of you every day for the remainder of my life...we share the same heartbeat forever.....and I can still watch at how your are still touching peoples hearts with your life and love........With you I could fly higher than and Eagle...You are the Wind beneath my wings.....You are truly A Boston Terrier Hero.......Did You Ever know That You're My Hero...???..Love Judy

Little dogs, big hearts equal love.


by David Rutter, editor of the Missoulian.

Had there never been a Greta, understanding about a bright-eyed Boston Terrier named Molly would have been almost impossible.

So, this is the small story of a small dog. It is a story of unexpected love and boundless devotion.

Judy Neely has owned Molly for nine years, or perhaps, as it often occurs in such cases, Molly is the rightful owner. Dogs have their own agendas.

Molly appears to be one of those creatures capable of adopting anyone who needs her. As a partner with Neely, Molly adopted the Alzheimer’s patients at the Village Health Care Center in Missoula. She’s been the official "facility pet" at St. Luke’s Nursing Home in Ronan.

She has lain at the feet of dying patients. She has given some their last smiles.

She was given a chair of honor at the last services for one of her adoptees.

And now, Molly is gravely ill. Neely does not know how much longer she will live but does not want the moment to pass without thanking the staff at Pruyn’s Veterinary Clinic. They have seen both of them through a heartbreaking year. Molly visits the vet daily from her home in Hamilton.

Neely, who has given 20 years of her life to nursing, wants everyone ever touched by Molly - and there literally may be hundreds she has nurtured - to know what is at hand.

She wants the rest of you to know it, too. The proper moment might not return.

So, she presents Molly’s story to grizzled old editors who are fighting deadlines, chlorine spills and Unabombers. Given that competition, who can pay attention to a woman and her little terrier?

Perhaps I wouldn’t have cared as much had it not been for Greta. The void of 40 years was filled by her, a golden retriever puppy whose capacity for love and fun seems infinite. Among the gifts bestowed on me, she is the most priceless, other than my children.

And just as Molly seems to care without hidden motive, Greta has adopted me and my family. Science and cynics might hoot, but it feels like love.

The world cautions against believing in that love to certainly. Emotional self-deception is our greatest fear, and when you put these feeling to words, they invariably sound maudlin and saccharin. Heaven forbid we should thrash about in such sentimentality without the anchor of logic to keep us secure.

On the other hand, it’s the way I feel. And now I know what Judy Neely must be going through. I’m glad to know Molly, if only through Neely’s loving description of her.

For myself, I am happiest at the prospect of putting aside detached professional observation just long enough to honor little dogs and big hearts. Frankly, its’ a relief to surrender to your vulnerability, and being human was the only price of admission. It took Greta and Molly to teach an old dog new tricks.

The story of the Carved Quilt Squares


The Montana Woodcarving Association of Missoula Montana, decided to do a project...one of the members Ed Rosenberg came up with the idea of each person carving a square of wood.. and than putting those squares all together and make it a wood quilt, and donate it to the children at Came Make A Dream, which is a camp for Terminally ill children in Rock Creek Montana...These children came to the camp each year during the summer but some of them never returned the next year. They decided it would consist of 48 squares. and be done by the woodcarvers of the club. Ed started his square, of a Rose,and before the square could be finished, Ed became ill and was diagnosed with Cancer, and did not live to complete his square. He died at a young age. The club voted to continue the quilt, and each person hand carving their square that was out of Basswood...and Ed’s Rose was finished by some of the woodcarvers. His Rose was complete but the stem and leaves were finished by others....I was asked to carve a Square of Molly ..as she was a Therapy dog and had a great love for Children,so I took a photo of Molly and added wings and a halo to her body. After many months, the quilt was finished, and each square was named, and each square was dedicated to someone...and the story of what inspired you to do that square, then there was a round table discussion as to whether the squares would be painted or stained, but many wanted them painted and many wanted it stained. The men that did not paint wanted it stained, then they decided if it would be painted than a group of five would paint the squares, and carvers did not want to hand their piece over for someone else to paint, so it was voted to stain the squares. The quilt was finished ..stained and taken to Camp Make A Dream, and hung in the dining room of the camp. Then there was a dedication ceremony of the quilt, and it was dedicated to Ed and the Children of Camp Make a Dream. After the children leave the camp for the summer the quilt will be taken in sections of twelve and be on display all over Montana.. for People to sponsor the squares....they can sponsor a square over and over, and the money goes to the Kids at the camp.....The name of my Square is 'Reflections of Eternal Love'...and it is dedicated to Molly, and her Veterinarian, and the kids at Camp Make a dream. The stained Square is in the quilt. I did an exact replica of the square of Molly and carved one for myself and painted this square that hangs in my home. Judy ..Ladys Mcq

All photos taken by Judy Neely


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Last updated June 21, 2002.
Edited March 8, 2009