Almost 10 months after her diagnosis of having four weeks to live, our little Maggie is gone:
Like anyone who has lost a loved one, my heart hurts. I've been anticipating her death for months, so maybe it should be a relief. But it's not. The last month meant daily accidents in the house and carrying her up and down the stairs. We heated "people food" for her and there was nothing she asked for that she didn't receive. We wiped her face, wiped her butt and wrapped her in warm blankets at night.
So now we grieve.
A friend posted this from an unknown author on my Facebook page a few moments ago. (Thank you, Renee - it's beautiful:)
came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart
with them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a
piece of their heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my
heart will be dog, and I will become as generous and loving as they