In Memory of Maggie
Isn't it strange that when death comes, sometimes you can shed more tears for a pet than for a human? I think that is because from the time you bring a pet into your life, they are utterly dependent on you, and you become the whole center of their lives. Whereas a human loved one, no matter how dear, has thoughts and activities and a history outside of their connections to you. With a pet you always think there is something more you could have done for them....some way you fell short in returning the love they lavished on you.
So love them now folks, hold them and talk to them and remember the sad fact of life is that you will probably outlive them.
Maggie's Limo...a trip to the Beach
Never underestimate the love of a four-legged companion. The photo's are of our dear dog Maggie, who was 12 when she recently departed us. It was entirely unexpected, she'd been quite healthy for her age, and we were not prepared to say goodbye. (No it was not bad dog food, we were too careful about what she ate). We grieved terribly. The house seemed empty, and the cat Lacey remembers her still......all we have to do is say Maggie's name. She was ¼ Wolf, and was gentle but fearless...nothing fazed her. We raised her from a small puppy, and she was always with one or both of us. She was an inside dog, with a big fenced yard to play in...as close a friend as we've ever had. She could read our minds. Loved to garden with us in our fenced 1/3 acre yard, and traveled with us on day trips....any car ride at all was great with her. The only time she couldn't go was when the weather was just too hot to subject her to the car, and these last few months when traveling seemed to stress her in old age. So rather than leave her behind we just didn't go to the beach or on longer trips at all. She was an equal opportunity pet....loved the both of us equally. Smart and easy to have around, no trouble at all, a true Lady. She could do some amazing things. We have a friend who is blind and the first time he came to the house Maggie instinctively started guiding him. She walked to his side and knew what to do.
Knowing that she had a grand life with us, and lived a full quality life for as long as she did, was not as much consolation as you might think. Because it was a horrible death. She had a brief seizure in the morning, seemed to recover, but we rushed her to the vet, who gave us meds and told us it might never happen again, or she might have another one any time. Well she did...later that day. And she started seizing in the middle of the night and we thought, prayed to God, she would simply expire then. The say seizures are painless....that the sufferer doesn't remember. But she screamed and it went on and on.... and she didn't die. You cannot imagine the anguish, the nearest emergency vet being about 20 miles and neither of us was equipped to handle a 98 pound convulsing dog. We finally got a friend to help us get her to the vet so we could do the right thing. We brought her home to rest in the corner of our big yard.
Saftey First....keep your pet healthy
Don't send that pet sympathy card!
We asked the vet to PLEASE not send us that horrible Rainbow Bridge sympathy poem about how one day we will all cross over and end up meeting again. I worry that with so many pets who've passed over in my lifetime, it's really crowded with critters waiting for me, missing me....and how will I be able to give them all the attention they deserve? I try to think of someone they know who is already there, who could keep them company till I arrive. Will they recognize each other as part of my family....even though many lived in different times of my life? That would be nice. I think about these things. And the vet always sends that heart-rending card so it arrives just around the time you are starting to get a grip on the tears and loneliness, and pick up the routine of needful things. It's guaranteed to set you off again.
We have a new dog now, many months later. I can't contemplate life without a dog. And she is wonderful, smart and learning so fast I'm beginning to think Rose is as smart as Maggie was. We love her dearly....but there will never be another Mag. Not a day goes by I don't think of her with love.
So love them now folks, hold them and talk to them and remember a sad fact of life is that you will probably outlive them. Remember that you are their world, every day. Their time goes by so fast.....
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