This is the last picture I took of my sweet little dog before she had to be put down last night. She was in so much pain though, so I know it was the right choice. I think she knew, too. She was squealing the whole way to the vet, but then she calmed down when we got inside and passed peacefully in her sleep.
My favorite memory of her is when we let her outside one time and she came back to the door with a full ear of corn, and we still have no idea where she found it. She was over 16 years old, and she was always happy until her very last day. My aunt, a vet, says that she probably only lived as long as she did because she was so happy all the time and didn’t want to let go. But now she’s reunited with two of her puppies and her best friend, Rini. I’m not religious, but at this moment I’m just happy to know that they’re together wherever they are, even if that’s nowhere at all. We’re going to bury her next to our first dog, laying in her favorite bed with her favorite toy. She leaves behind her daughter, Mindy, who is taking this very hard but I’m glad that she seems to understand. When we showed her Maggie, she immediately backed away and whimpered. So at least she won't be wondering why Maggie didn't come home.
I grew up with this dog, and I'm going to miss her so much. Our first passed away when I was only 6 and we got Maggie two years later, so I hardly remember a time without her. I'm kind of rambling at this point, but I'm going to cut it short anyway because I'm starting to cry again.