“Birchwoof” Inn is one beloved woof less today as we say goodbye to Molly Quinn McMuffin, my 16 ½!! Year-old Golden Retriever Hearing Dog.
Quinn was always the first to greet guests in the parking lot with the wag of her magnificent tail. And she was the first to greet each and every guest in the morning in the dining room, ever hopeful for a hand-out. If she could have poured the coffee, she would have! The epitome of optimism, she looked up hopefully at each guest with her blonde-lashed soulful brown eyes.
She traveled everywhere with me, making friends wherever we went, touching and enriching lives, even my Aunt Guzzy, who was notorious for not liking dogs. Conferences. Vacations. Parties, where she parked herself under the cheese table. And, yes, funerals.
Quinn loved being loved, basked in the love, but always gave more than she could possibly absorb.
Planes. Trains. Ships. She even conquered escalators. All with her noble aplomb.
And no one, no one ever had a more wonderful service dog. She even slept with her eyes open lest she miss an opportunity to help me in some way. The alarm clock. The stove time. The doorbell. The smoke detector. Quinn never missed a beat… or a treat!
She never knew she was a dog but rather a person of fun. She also didn’t seem to know she was a Golden Retriever as she hated the water on all of our trips to the Jersey Shore.
I will see Quinn rolling in the grass, in the snow, and infrequently in decayed animal matter. I will always picture her running with pure joy, her velvet ears flapping in the breeze, on the beach on Amelia Island. At Disneyland, on the rides, Finding Nemo, barking at Pluto. Prancing down the aisle at the National Cathedral, as if she did this daily. And always, always looking for her beloved cookies.
Her favorite hang-outs included Glad Rags, Bistro Zinc, Alta, and Church Street Café’s porch.
Quinn gave solace to those who were grieving and joy to those who marveled at her beauty. She had a most beautiful soul.
I will carry Quinn in my heart – and her fur on all of my clothes – forever.
Safe journey, my soul mate.
Quinn says goodbye to well-loved friends, including her “brother” Charley, Becca, Karen, Lynne, Susan, Amy, her “Godmother” Janice, Eric, Peter, David, Bill, her “Uncle” Rob, Aunt Norma, Aunt Ilene, Uncle Jeff, cousins Laura and Matt, Katie, Jordan, and Molly, her “Aunties” – the 8 Broads in the Kitchen, and an untold number of Birchwood Inn guests, including Ann and Bob, Joanne and David, Sue and Randy, Paula and Steve, The King and Queen.
She was predeceased by her sidekick Piper and her four-legged friends Phoebe, Sophie, and Walter.
Her ashes will help the flowers grow in her beloved garden.