I am not sure what to say as it seems like words cannot explain the sadness and grief that our family is experiencing today. Twelve and a half years ago we brought Maggie home from the Humane Society of Colorado. She was one of three puppies that someone dropped off with them, and I was instantly in love. Growing up, my family had two different rat terriers at different times. Maggie was listed as a rat terrier, but we later found out that she was a jack russell terrier mix. She was white with beautiful silver and black fur spots and a brown patch on her face. We often affectionately called her "personality challenged" throughout her life because she was fiercely protective of us and our kids, and was OK not being friendly to really anyone else, maybe with the exception of my Mom and Grandma. She eventually warmed up to most women and family/friends that were around us frequently. My mom always believed that she was an excellent judge of a person's character, and had no time for those who were around with less than the best intentions.
She moved back to Arizona with us in 2001, but never liked the heat (me either!). She was over excited to come back to Colorado a few years later, and often would just lay under the maple tree in our backyard while the kids played. She was not a bunny chaser, didn't love or hate walks, adored eating chicken of any kind, and loved us with her whole heart. She was an amazing, loving dog until the end. In her last few years, she suffered from arthritis and muscular degeneration that caused her pain in using the stairs. Her quality of life was quickly deteriorating. Her eyesight and hearing were not good. Yesterday was her day to stop the pain forever. Our house is different today. The kids have changed somehow. Our other dogs are looking for something frantically (or someone). We are talking about memories and good times more. We are appreciating the other two more than you know. We are hugging lots and crying some. This day is not the same as any other Sunday. It's our new normal.
I am so thankful that I got to tell her what a great dog she was. I told her that she was loved every day of her life and will never be forgotten. I know that is true. With the act of love, we often forget that the loss can be devastating when it comes. I just pray that each day for me begins a little less sad and a little more grateful for those twelve and a half years. She was our first child (before our children) and her place in our lives can never be duplicated. Rest in happiness and pain-free peace Maggie! May dog heaven be filled with all the treats you love :)
