I thought of how most of us will exit this world.
A few weeks ago we thought Maggie was getting ready to make her exit.
The thought of digging a grave for her was not what I wanted to do at the
time as I had many other things on my mind including a hospital visit to
have a lymph gland removed and tested.
So with the help of a passing contractor we agreed to have
this metre by half metre deep hole added to our back yard.
I think our wires were crossed somewhere as
the steel gate is 90 centimetres/36 inches high and
the wooden fame is at least 1.8m/6 feet long.
We even talked of veterinary intervention
to put her out of her misery.
The next day the sun shone….and so did Maggie. 😀
A few days further and her coat arrived.
We nearly used the exit that day as she did not want a bar of it.
The following weekend MGW, following the makers instructions,
took the coat off to give Maggie breathing space, or whatever.
When it came time to put in on that afternoon
Maggie nearly jumped into it.
And who says you can’t teach an old dog new tricks?
We have been here nearly 11 years and only on Friday
did Maggie acknowledge that the weather (cold and wet)
came from the west and it could be warm and sheltered
on the eastern side of our abode.
Wonders will never cease.
And on this frosty Sunday morning Maggie is still enjoys a bone.
For the record…
as far back as I can remember working dogs and faithful pets
have always found a resting place close to home.
Ginger’s is under the posts and concrete block in
the top left hand corner of the grave photos.