Yesterday I said goodbye to my baby girl. Maggie, Maggie May, Magpie, Maggers, Maggie May Penny Liquorice, Girlie Girl, whatever she was called, the truth was she was one special dog. She wasn’t a tripawd.. but she was Tripawd Franklin’s best friend. She accepted everyone who came in this house, cats, dogs, and people. She didn’t have a mean bone in her body. She was so trustworthy and loving. She was a hockey ball-a-holic.
She battled osteoarthritis for over almost two years and we thought we would lose her last year. But we got one more precious year of snuggles, tail wags and stinky breath kisses. We believe she had a stroke on Tuesday and when we came home, she was not good. She could no longer walk, her eyes were dull and her tail wasn’t wagging much. She told me it was time. So made the call… and spent the night snuggling and kissing her brow, nose and ears…
My Fred was at work after we came back from letting Maggie go yesterday morning. He was in the yard and he said out loud… “Run fast girl, run run!!” And this suddenly floated by him….. I believe in signs….. and Yup… She’s ok. My baby girl is ok…. running fast, fast FAST!!! Just like she used to.. jumping high.. and breathing in that sweet smelling air… curling up with Franklin and Diesel…. and waiting… till I can cradle her head and kiss her between the eyes again…
I will miss you terribly girlie girl and I will always love you. Wilson is going to be lost without you. Right now you are running fast, jumping, catching balls and smiling with Franklin and Diesel. The three amigos are together again!
I have chosen tears… and they will flow for quite some time girlie… now.. go get that ball!!!