Dear Maggie,
It’s been nine days since you left and it’s been the saddest nine days of my life. The morning after you left was the hardest morning of my life. I kept my eyes closed, I didn’t want to open them knowing you weren’t going to be there. I didn’t want to go into the living room and not see you laying in your empty bed. When I finally pulled myself out of bed I walked over to yours, knelt beside it and cried. I miss you.
It comes in waves… the tears… the sadness… the emptiness. Some moments when I’m driving home I think that I can’t wait to see you then I remember…
Every night I’ve been willing myself to dream of you… but it wouldn’t happen until last night. I finally got to hold you and pet you. In fact, it wasn’t just you. There was also Ed who was a pup of mine from many years ago and Lola another family pup. All three of you were there and all you wanted was to be next to me and put your head in my lap. I woke up smiling. Today, I started a new job and one that I’m really excited about so I felt like maybe it was you, Ed and Lola saying, “hey, it’s going to be alright!” Today was alright… in fact… today was great.
Sigh….
Your dad drew a tattoo for me that is of you and me. I can’t wait to get it because then you’ll always be with me. I can just look down and see you. Anyway, thanks for visiting me last night and being such a great pup. I miss you all the time.
Love always,
Your momma bear
Maggie and me 
We had to put Sierra down the day after maggie passed. Sierra was a dog that picked me out of a crowded coffee shop when she was a puppy needing a home. She was always ready to go for a run and was great with the grandkids. I was not going to cry when we took her to the vet….but after the cocktail was introduced and she took her last heaving breath…i cried. A friend was gone…
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😦 It’s the saddest moment…
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