Believe me when I say that my Mooly is a mighty warrior! Her hands are just the right size and just the right cold for my hot head. When she goes out, she brings me things I knew I needed (like Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream) and things I didn't know I needed (like mac and cheese from Panera... yum). She massages my back with the electric massager. She sits on the couch with me and watches hours of Project Runway (okay, we were already planning on doing that, but she didn't complain a single time about my loud-frequent-and-totally-obnoxious coughing). She plays fetch with Dakota in the back yard. And of all the times I asked her to get up and get me something, only once did she say, "You can get it yourself. You need to get up for a little while. And you probably need to go to the bathroom." She was right. I did need to go to the bathroom.
I have the best Mooly in the whole entire world.