My roommate got kicked out of our apartment for good the other day. He could not come to terms with his alcoholism and it got the best of him. I liked the guy and tried to help him in every way that I could but when he threatened the safety of me and Molly, he had to go. I will protect Molly no matter what it takes. Molly liked the guy too and when he was sober, he was one of the few people on this earth that I could trust with her care. The key to that statement is "when he was sober."
Unfortunately when he got kicked out, Molly is the one that paid the price. She misses him because he had been a constant presence in her life for the past 11 months. She will go into his former room and just lay on the floor. For whatever reason, Molly liked him and she reserved her affection for very people. Every once in a great while she would tell him to back off by snapping at him over something he did, but that was very rare. She is laying on his bed right now and she is really depressed.
I have never really had to deal with an alcoholic before but I watched him slowly wreck his own life, the lives of those around him, but it also takes a toll on the lives of the animals that he lives with. My roommate indirectly caused the death of his own dog and over the past three weeks his behavior had gotten so erratic that I felt I could not trust him with Molly any more, not even if it was while I took a shot trip to the grocery store. None of that matters because all Molly realizes is that he is gone and the reasons really don't matter to her.
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