
Maggie came to our house late in her life. This was my mother's dog for well over 13 years and I wanted steadfastly to keep her in our family for the rest of her life. Sadly, that life ended early this morning quite unexpectedly. I woke up at 3:30 hearing her weezing as if she was having an asthma attack. I tried holding her, letting her walk outside for a little bit even patting her firmly about the back but nothing was doing any good. I called our 24 hour vet and told them I would be in, got dressed but as soon as I was ready to go I saw that she had stopped breathing and was limp. I drove her to the vet anyway even though there was absolutely zero chance of reviving her. I figured she either had a seizure or a heart attack and passed away. Up to this point and with the exception of poor eyesight she was in good shape for a 16 year old dog.
Annie, who died almost two years ago was our girl and our favorite and we loved her. Maggie was a dog we needed to care for per my mother's wishes. During the early days she would get me so frustrated mainly because her bathroom habits lapsed while my mom's health was declining and that lapse carried over into our house. Annie, by comparison had a PHd in toilet training and ONLY messed when she was on antibiotics and even then that was rare. Annie for the most part did not get along with other dogs ever, so when Maggie was introduced I pulled Annie aside and said this situation "will work." Annie was surprisingly okay with the new arrangement especially if it meant snookering Maggie out of some of her dog food. When Maggie started losing weight we made other dining arrangements.
I think in some ways we are a little unfair to Maggie because of the "accidents" and wasn't giving her a big chance. That all changed when Annie passed away. This was Maggies big chance to step up and she did more than that. We worked with her to be proficient on potty training. She bacame more than 90 percent house broke which was a huge improvement. We changed our attitude toward her as well. Instead of caring for her because we "had to" we loved her and got twice as much love back in return. She now had the run of the couch and would be riding shotgun in the car. We were once on the lookout for another Annie but found out we shouldn't be in such a hurry.
She also had another benefit. As a Beagle, Annie HAD to be tied up while roaming the fenceless yard or else she would run to the next township. With Maggie we would let her outside with no leasch or anything and after she was done 5 minutes later she was ready to come back in the house. She was never as far as 50 feet from the back door.
It is amazing that such a little dog can leave such a huge hole in ones life when they are no longer around. Maggie represented a special common thread I had with my mom. Now that bond is gone at least for now. Maggie I'm sure was my mom's favorite so I guess it is fitting that she is where she belongs. Reat in peace, Maggie.
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