07/23/2024
Absolutely devestated to have to say goodbye to Maggie May.
Maggie, at a little over ten weeks, was the first puppy that I ever cared for (other than my own) and she will always hold a special place in the pack and in my heart. However, her specialness had little to do with how long I'd known her for and everything to do with how exceptionally beautiful she was.
There was nothing "wrong" with Maggie. She was about as perfect natured as a dog could possibly be. She was cuddly. She was fun. She was playful. She was funny. She was quiet. She listened.
She was so pretty.
Everyone loved Maggie. People. Dogs. Cats. Everyone.
The first day that we met, I walked into her families living room and found a tiny little ball of fluff, silently peering out at me from her crate, which was placed by the patio door. It was March, so it was cold outside, and there was still snow on the ground. Given that, and her size, I figured that I would let her out of her crate and bring her to a pee-pad. Instead, Maggie walked to the door and motioned for me to open it, which I did and she proceeded to step outside, do her business and walk right back into her crate - all without any prompting or coaxing from me.
After nine years of caring for over one hundred and fifty dogs, I can tell you with absolute certainty that this is unheard of!
Maggie was special from the very beginning.
To say that she will be missed would be a huge understatement.
Maggie was blessed with a wonderful family, who loved her unconditionally and took the very best care of her. I think that's why they've been blessed with Harley, Maggie's beautiful sister, who is also an exceptionally special girl in every way that Maggie was.
And I'm blessed that they let me love her too.
Rest peacefully, my special girl. I will love you forever. 💔