Molly Cline

Molly May 1st 2009-August 3rd 2024

In loving memory of Molly, a dog unlike any other. Born in late 2008 or early 2009, she entered her mother’s life in the summer of 2009 and quickly became a cherished member of the family.

Molly was a miniature dachshund, but her personality was anything but small. With a remarkable intelligence, a curious nature, and a heap of stubbornness, she embodied the essence of a true diva. She had a way of enchanting everyone she met, especially her devoted parents, who were utterly wrapped around her little paw.

She knew each of her many toys by name, but none held a candle to her beloved Lambchop. Molly was not a fan of wearing clothes, often pouting at the mere suggestion of a Halloween costume or sweater. Throughout her life, she claimed her special spot under her mother’s pillow to sleep each night, finding comfort in burrowing into the soft warmth nearby.

Her charm extended beyond her playful antics; she captivated hearts with her unique (and only) party trick—sitting pretty for a treat. Fearless and confident, she ruled her household ,even when living with a Great Dane and a Weimaraner, asserting her status as queen of the castle, with the bigger dogs happily falling in line. She begrudgingly loved and accepted her little brother Marvel, who at twice her size, was terrified of her.

Molly was relentless when it came to pursuing what she wanted. With an uncanny ability to sniff out toys and treats just out of reach, she would guide her family to help her retrieve them. If an errant treat rolled under a piece of furniture- she would not forget it- even for days- until someone moved the furniture to get it for her.

Food was her greatest joy in life. The crinkling of a string cheese wrapper was music to her ears, prompting her to make a swift “Kool-Aid Man” entrance through any barrier to get to her favorite snacks. Even in her final days, when her sight and hearing began to fade, her remarkable sense of smell remained sharp, as she would still sneak food right off your plate if given the chance.

Molly loved her Dad and would crawl onto his chest every night to give him kisses (and check his beard for crumbs). She followed her Mom everywhere and was not content until she was home and sitting beside her.

She adored her GrandMommy and GrandPoppy and looked forward to their visits.

Molly was deeply loved and cherished, holding on until the very end to stay with her family. Her absence leaves a profound void in their lives. She was not just a pet; she was their whole heart, and she will be forever missed.