Maggie Memories

Two years ago today, mom and dad had a different kind of family. They had Duncan, and the kitties, but they also had my big sister I never met--Maggie.


Maggie was mom's first furkid she had on her own. Mom adopted Maggie when she was in college in Auburn. Mag was mom's second dalmatian, she had another one when she was growing up.


Mom says Maggie was way different than me. She was STUBBORN! But they didn't mind. She was very smart though and very caring. She was terrified of thunderstorms and fireworks. She grunted and made all sorts of noises. She loved toys, sneaking on the bed and going for car rides. She liked to sit on dogs smaller than her, she loved mud--she was almost human in the way she would look at you and be like "seriously??" She was a perfect time-keeper and knew exactly what time was feeding time, when mom and dad should be home, etc. She was a master at stealing toys and bones. She was an esape artist and could jump a 6-foot privacy fence in a single bound, but she'd always come home.


Two years ago today mom got a frantic phone call from dad...saying she needed to come home NOW! Mom had never heard dad sound like this and refused to come home until he told her what was wrong. He said he thought Maggie was dead. Mom said to meet her at Dr. Vet's and she rushed out of work and drove to Dr. Vet. She went waaaaay fast and beat dad there, when dad arrived carrying Maggie they rushed in. Dr Vet's staff was FAST and did everything they could, but Maggie was gone at the age of seven.

Dr. He Vet said he tought she'd thrown a clot...there was nothing we could have done. Mom and dad were so upset. Mom took off work that day. She and dad just stayed home and cuddled with Duncan and tried to wrap their heads around it.

A week later I came into the pikture. Mom, Dad and Dunc couldn't take the emptyness in the house anymore. I remember them saying I had a lot of "Maggie-isms" but I had no idea what that meant at the time. Dunc wasn't sure about me, he was so used to Maggie bossing him around, but I think it helped all of them cope in losing Maggie Dog.

I never met my Rainbow Bridge Big Sister, but mom does show me the pikture and paw print that Dr. Vet's office made for mom and dad. So Merry Christmas Big Sis! You're still deeply missed!