Maggie will live forever in my memories. She is a rescued stray, and came to live with us in May of 2002. According to the doctor Maggie was probably born around the beginning of 2001 so I gave her the same birthday month as mine. Maggie girl I will miss you honey-bun...sugar-bunny. It is now 11:59am...I am numb...in shock...I am broken. I am so sorry I couldn't save you pretty angel...so, so sorry. You have no idea. The pain I feel is so very deep. It comes from a place too far to reach. For you my dear doggie...no more pain...no more sickness...you are young once again. I hope you are in the place I dream about, and I truly hope one day I am blessed to be there with all of you precious angels....never to be separated again. Who really knows for sure? We can only hope and pray. Until then, may peace be with you...goodbye for a while girl. I love you more than all the stars in the universe...my pretty sugar-bunny with that cute spotted tongue.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth, you are weeping for which was your delight. author ~ Kahlil Gibran!
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away. Maggie, you took my breath away every moment you were here.
"You may have a dog that won't sit up, roll over or even cook breakfast, not because he's too stupid to learn how but because he's too smart to bother." ~ Rick Horowitz, Chicago Tribune
We must find ways to grieve. For without grief there can be no comfort. Often we must force ourselves to reach into our subconscious to uncover our true feelings. Only when we have allowed ourselves to feel all of our pain can we begin to face our loss and slowly begin to heal.
You looked at me with eyes of love; you never held a grudge. You thought I was far too wonderful to criticize or judge. You are superior to any human I've ever known.
On this 13th day of February 2010, I am sending a dove with a parcel on its wings. Be careful when you open it because it is full of many beautiful things. Inside are a million kisses wrapped up in a million hugs...just to say how much I love you my precious angel. I am sending you all my love. Mom
"The average dog is a nicer person than the average person." ~ Andrew A. Rooney
Our story... I was sitting on my front porch May 17th 2002. A man was walking by my house on the other side of the street. Maggie was following right behind him. She did not have a collar or leash on. I yelled across the street to the guy that she was beautiful. He gave me an odd look and told me she was not his. I asked him if he knew where she came from and he told me no. He said she'd followed him for the past mile or so. I asked him what he was going to do with her, and he told me nothing, and that he didn't want her. I asked him if he was going to help her when he got home and he told me no. He said, "if you want her take her because I don't." So I went across the street and brought her home. I took her to the vet to see if she was chipped and she wasn't. Since she did not have a collar or leash I didn't want to take her to the humane society. I watched lost and found adds and kept checking the humane society for lost pet listings. Months went by...the rest is history.
Maggie never had a sick day in her life. She was a bundle of soft fur and joy. Other than her barking she had a bit of "grump" about her, but we dealt with that, as her moods occurred. She was a lover girl though. Maggie smiled more than any pup I've ever had. She was always grinning, she also has an obsession with her ball.
I have so many pictures of Maggie and so much to share with everyone.
For now, I feel like the life has been sucked out of me. Sweet Maggie (Maggret, Maggers, Maggradack, Magglus, Maggnamack, Sugar-bunny, Booger-butt.) ANGEL...I LOVE YOU!
Silly Maggie barked at anything that moved...jet streams in the air, helicopters, bugs, flies, leaves falling from the tree, people walking by the yard, noises...any noise...she would find any excuse to bark.
Last Thursday the 6th, I noticed she wasn't barking at "everything" like she normally did. I called my brother Gene and told him about it. I was watching her very close because she was acting different. For Maggie not to bark was way out of the ordinary. I thought maybe I was being overly paranoid...little did I know.
It is ironic that Shabba Lou died one year and seventy days after Ebony. Now, Maggie's gone one year and 42 days after Shabba Lou. Three in two years...this is devastating.
Maggie, I've cried so many tears this morning since we said goodbye...my eyes are swollen. This is going to be a long tough road back. So, my dear Maggie Mae, along with the legacy and memories you leave behind with us, you also left an eerie “time to go”...at 8:11am on 8/11.
I hope you feel my love girl....I hope you will be listening when I talk to you. I love you Maggie...more than I could ever tell you in words. Even though you were a grumpy pup sometimes, I loved you with every grain of my soul. I'll forever remember that beautiful spotted tongue of yours. I'll remember everything about you my sweet baby.
You are so beautiful!
A stream of beautiful memories.
Oh how I love you Maggie! I wish we were walking along this stream.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of
strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something
infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature— the assurance
that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter. ~ Rachel Carson
So many years in one yesterday. ~ Carla Phelps Wert
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~ Stanley Horowitz