First and foremost, this is not meant to be a sad post…………. well, not much.
Maggie would have been 16 today. Hard to believe it is two months ago that we lost her.
She is still with us though, and always will be.
Her picture is up on the wall, we are still finding dog hairs on our clothes or furnishings despite vacuuming and cleaning the house, poo bags are forever in our pockets (but we keep them there, you never know, blackberries when in season!!) and when preparing meals, I have to stop myself putting a little aside, or leaving a little titbit on my plate.
When I do my exercises at night, I remember how sometimes she’d join in, stretching herself to her full length then cycling her front legs up in the air as I counted my rotations.
Maggie is the oldest dog I have ever had, and she was a part of our lives for so long, it was like losing our child. But the memories we have of her, her curiosity, courage (I still see her racing off the end of the groyne at Hamworthy and scaring me half to death, but she loved it!), climbing log piles in the New Forest that were taller than us, exploring new pathways and waiting for us to follow, chasing balls belonging to other dogs and not giving them back, charging after pigeons, seagulls and crows, smelling flowers, swimming and watching her tail acting as a rudder in the clear water, so many things that made her ours, and will never be forgotten.
Happy Birthday Sweetheart. We love you, and miss you so very much.