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Our Maggie has gone to Rainbow Bridge In July of 2002 my sister called to say that a friend of hers had to rehome her Yorkie and she told her that we would love to have her. We had lost our Maltese, Jackson, 2 months earlier and I did not feel we were emotionally ready for another dog. Even our Morkie, Bailey, was depressed. After I said "what were you thinking?" she said to me "You need each other, trust me". 2 days later we drove 250 miles to pick up a 2yr old Yorkie. I trusted her, she was right, we did need each other. We were home 10 minutes and "Baby" was eating with Bailey eating right next to her. (we changed her name to Maggie several days later) I had been struggling to coax him to eat daily for 2 months. She came into our home and hearts and within days it seemed that she had always been with us. She healed us. Several months ago, I noticed she was slowly loosing weight. I took her to our vet and her checkup was good, we just figured it was her age. Then she was real picky at meal time. Sunday after Thanksgiving I was bathing her and her weight loss was more dramatic. She started missing a meal once every few days so I started home cooking for her. Tuesday this week I made vet appt. I told them it was and end of life exam. Our vet came in and was confused why we were saying what we were there for. After the exam she turned from us to wipe her tears and confirmed what we were thinking. She determined, after we described her symptoms & the exam, that Maggie had intestinal cancer, just like her Yorkie Peaches had passed from several years ago. We brought her home for the night. Our daughter and her family came over and we all took turns holding and loving her and taking lots of pictures. We celebrated her 11 years with us & held her close. In the morning, after a good breakfast we took her back to our vet for her end of life. We held her & talked to her until, as our Dr said "her spirit is free & going to Rainbow Bridge". It was a beautiful, peaceful, moment. We were so blessed by a bold, loving, rehomed Yorkie girl that we were not looking for. She had the best kisses and shared them with anyone who was close enough. She was a good girl & our lives are better because of her. |
I am so very sorry. Sounds like she had a wonderful life and now out of pain. Rest in peace sweet girl |
I am so happy for your blessing and so touched at your celebration. And ever soo sooo sorry for your loss. |
I am so very sorry for the loss of your precious Maggie. What a blessing that she came into your life. |
Jeanie, I am so very sorry about the passing of your Maggie. Hugs and deep sympathy... |
Thank you for giving Maggie such a wonderful life and now a peaceful passing. You were fortunate to have her & she even luckier to have found you. R.I.P. Sweet Maggie. |
I am so sorry to hear this:( Thinking of you and your family. |
So sorry. What a wonderful blessing she was.... and giving her a warm loving home was such a gift to her. RIP Maggie. |
So so sorry :( |
I am so very, very sorry for your loss of Maggie. Bless you for giving her a good loving home. She will always remain in your heart. |
I'm sorry sorry for the loss of your precious baby. |
I am so sorry for your loss, but glad that your lives were enriched by many good years together. |
I am crying and can barely type.i remember when we put our lab, Homer, down. He had gone from100lbs to 70 lbs and we made the appt. in advance. The absolutely worst, horrible part was that he was having a "good day"on that particular day, He trotted into the vets office all happy to see his vet tech friends and tried to run back to the kennels where we had boarded him multiple times. Our vet is wonderful. Didn't charge a dime for euthenasia. We carried him out on a gurney, wrapped in a quilt my great grandmother had made. People in the lobby who had seen him walk in were crying as we carried him out. We took him home and buried him in the back ywrd, where he had lain and watched his daddy dig the hole (crying the whole time) a couple of days before. Even though I am a nurse and can tell dead from alive, it took everything in my being to not dig him up over the next 2 days, because I was sure we had buried him alive. It took us over 5 years to get another dog, and that was at thie insistance of a friend who said we had grieved long enough. She is the one who gave us Huey. We had Homer from 9 weeks old (according to the humane society, where I got him) to the ripe old age of 13. Pretty good for a big dog. Yorkiemom55, I didn't mean to hijack this thread, but 10 years later, I still grieve for my old Homer-dog. I can't even imagine what will happen to me when something happens to Huey. He is so much more my child than even Homer was. Yeah, I know. These old ladies who never had kids who dote on their yorkies...:rolleyes: |
I am so sorry. |
I am so sorry...RIP sweet baby |
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