maggies-life

Loving Maggie

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 20:41:06 +0100

I would do anything to relive that moment. There's just something magical in this picture.

Remembering Maggie

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:13:34 +0100

After Maggie's death, I was depressed. I decided that I would never get another dog. I decided that I wanted Maggie to be remembered. So I hung up everything I had ever drawn or written about her, and made a poster that said, "In Loving Memory Of Maggie. The Best Dog in the World." I hung it up over my desk. I then wrote about her on my blog, and emailed and commented on all my friends blogs and emails about how she died and that she was a great dog. I then decided to make a website dedicated to her, so I looked it up, found this, and got to work.

I Love Maggie. I will Never Forget Her. She is the Best Dog in the World.

Last Months and Death

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:14:10 +0100

As Maggie called older, I attempted to take it lightly by saying to her, hey old girl, or hey old fart. But she was getting to be in bad condition. We think she must've had severe pain in her hips, because she would not lay down until she was so exhausted that she would collapse. One night clear in my head was the last time she would ever rest her head on my knee, wanting my food. I had cheetohs, and as normal, I laughed as she rested her head on my knee, not knowing it would be the last time she would ever be able to do it. I so badly wanted to give her some cheetohs, but my mom would'nt let me. A couple weeks later, she kept getting stuck in the day, and paced around all night, so my parents decided that it was time. In the morning, we said our good byes. I cried as I hugged her and told her that she was the best dog in the world and that I loved her a lot. She peacefully went to sleep in my parents arms at the vet while I was at school.

Declining in Health

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:14:32 +0100

The first signs of her decline was when she no longer wanted to go on walks. It broke my heart, seeing her like this. She was usually always so excited and happy to go on walks, and I sure loved going on them! Then she was no longer able to control her bladder, and would always poop and pee all over the house. She started forming lumps all over her body, and she could no longer hear us whenever we called to her. Then, on June 2008, the doctor noticed a tumor near her heart, possibly cancerous, and sentenced Maggie to only about 6 months left to live. It would turn out that Maggie would live almost a year over her due date.

Moving to Tucson

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 16:48:08 +0100

When we moved to Tucson, I started going on a lot of walks with Maggie. I got very attached to her, either walking her with a leash or riding along side her as my dad walked her. During the evening, she would sometimes rest her head on my knee if I had food she wanted, and I would laugh since it tickled, scratch her head, and give her a couple pieces. She would then rest next to me as we watched a movie. The first few years in Tucson, she was still as vibrant as normal, going to Udall Park with us and running after the frisbee. But then we just had to sit and watch as she began declining in health.