My Depressed Molly

It’s confirmed! According to Xands, Joey’s wife and officially our family vet, Molly did go through depression when Ate Jones left. I described the symptoms to Dr. Xands: loss of appetite, sluggishness (although you know, this isn’t really so out of the ordinary at all… but she was even more sluggish than usual). Di niya nga kami pinapansin pag dumadaan kami sa hagdan, sinusundan lang ng tingin, walang pakialam. On a good day, she would ambush us from behind the santan as we walked by, or reach out her paw at the last second to swipe our legs, or follow us to the laundry room or the garage and play with the lizards and flying cockroaches (until they all learned to recognize her as the terror of the laundry room and went scrawling up the walls whenever she came near). Molly liked to keep us company, I always think.

But when Ate Jones left, so did our feisty Molly. She lost weight, too. She only came back to her old self a few days ago, with a regained appetite, and a newfound playfulness.  I suspect she still wonders about Ate Jones, who was the one who always fed her (stuffed her is more like it). But we try to make it up to her by giving her new toys (like Turty, the inflatable purple Turtle that’s as big as her, and a rubber ball tied to a long tail of ribbon, and a new pillow without any loud colors, because she hated her previous shocking red one, and a new food and water bowl). I know, we can’t keep shoving toys at her to fill the void. But don’t we always do that to ourselves and each other? Haha

Well, now. We have a new someone who does the laundry for us once a week, Edith. But Molly never follows her to the laundry.