Mag is up running with the angels tonight, that is running without stumbling, tripping or falling down. It's with a heavy heart I decided it was time to let her go, as her quality of life was starting to wain-and the only reasons to keep her on this earth were for my own selfish ones. I vowed I would never do that to her, and I didn't.
She gave me 2 months longer than I anticipated, so that in itself was a blessing.
Mag was essentially my dog, but she was so much a part of our entire family; and just as equally meaningful to Jason. We had to remind ourselves of all the right reasons we were making our decision, cause when a dog is with you for so long-and goes through so many things with you, it's hard to decide what's right and wrong, and no time is essentially the right time. Alex will tell you "Mag went to heaven today", while he never paid much attention to Mag-he was very good with her, better than any 4 year old I know-he often told her to quit licking her feet, or more motherly terms that I used. Sissy took to Mag, she was around her often-and petting, kisses and singing were very much a part of their relationship.
Jason joked that we'd have to put a sand bag in our bed, cause things just wouldn't be the same with just the two of us in it. Mag's attitude and personality will never be replaced, simple facial expressions and goofy physical responses were just a part of her. She was your typical taboo dog-she owned the place, was allowed on the furniture, slept in our bed, and was overall pushy when she wanted to be petted. But she was such a good dog, she matured into a well behaved dog (most of the time) and an amazing companion. I will miss her most when Jason isn't around, and the kids go to bed-just having her lay next to me. She was my shadow, and it felt good to have her always looking for me-or to be needed.
This photo is one of the best reflections of what goofballs both Rip and Mag were, and it brings back great memories. I will miss her immensely, sleep softly Miss Maggie.
