One of our sweet dogs, Maggie, died Monday night. She was 9 and was my husband's first dog of his own. He got her when we'd been dating for about 6 months and she and I fought and fought over those first few years. Heh. She was a Scottish terrier, and they are all about being at the head of the 'pack', so she wanted to make sure I knew my place. She let me know that she was above me by ripping up my expensive fancy bras when I slept over, chewing my CDs, books, DVDs, just about anything she could get her teeth on. She proceeded to cost us thousands in damages on my husband's first house from tearing up carpet, chewing drywall, chewing wood steps and baseboards, and peeing all over the place, forcing us to replace all of the carpet in every room. But I wouldn't have traded her for anything. Around age 3, she calmed down and was the best dog anyone could ask for. She was loyal, loving, and had that 'sixth sense' some pets do about when to cuddle with us, when we were hurt or sad, etc. She was so much fun and loved to play - she would run after toys and give them the 'death shake' when she caught them. She was so tolerant of RoBet even though she is a rough-and-tumble toddler. Maggie would run after us when we'd be pushing RoBet in her Cozy Coupe car and RoBet would laugh and laugh. I have so many good memories of Maggie, and I already miss her so much. It's strange how in a house with a toddler and 8 pets, the loss of just one can make it feel so empty. Feeding time is the worst time. Maggie loved feeding time. I would get so mad at her because she'd stick her giant schnoze in and try to (often successfully) steal some of the other dogs' food. I would bop her on the nose with the scoop and she would love it because it left a dog-food powder on there that she would lick off. I wish so much that she was still here to steal their food. I wish she was here so I could give her extra food. I'd make her whatever she wanted if she could be here for just one more day. It's hard in a house with so many 'people' around, because you never feel like you've given each of them enough attention and love. I just hope she knew how much she was loved, and that her death wasn't terribly painful.
Maggie is gone, and the rest of us are left to go on without our 'pack leader'. I could go on even longer about how sad we are, but I guess I've vented enough. Next post will be back on topic, I promise. Thanks for letting me get this off my chest. Goodbye Maggie. We love you and miss you more than you will ever know.