Donny and I just got back from a nice long weekend at the beach. But before I can recap our mini-vacation, I have to talk about my girl Maggie. We got her when I was in the 8th grade. My dad and brother went to a farm to pick her up while my mom and I were on a church trip. She was the runt of the litter and pretty sick. The vet didn't know if she'd make it through the week, but we nursed her back to health. And soon she became a precocious and adventurous puppy that quickly had us wrapped around her finger.
When I was growing up and growing up got hard, she would cuddle with me and let me cry on her. Then she'd try to lick my face, of course.
She was the most fun dog-- always ready to play and to jump around and to run through the house. She barked at anything that moved and loved having visitors at the house.
Maggie was the most loyal and loving dog. Even after I moved out of the house, she was always excited to see me when I came home, making me feel special.
She was with us almost 16 years, until this past Friday when my parents said their final good byes to her at the vet's office.
I'm glad that I got to see her before we left for the beach to say goodbye. She lived a nice, long life with us. And I'm glad that we got to enjoy her while we did.