I had often heard of hip dysplasia in dogs,
however, I had never seen anything like it in all
the dogs I have been associated with until dear old Maggie
She showed signs of deterioration during the summer.
We lived in hope that it was a passing problem.
However, as winter approached it became evident
that there could only be one outcome.
Six weeks after having the vet do the merciful thing
we were in Europe and the Tour Director decided
to show Marley and Me on the coach’s audio-visual system.
Too much, too soon.
I’m not sure who was most astonished
after this sequence of event…
the chasee, the chaser
or the photographer.
before she passed away, Maggie still had
enough life in her to despatch strangers
from our back yard.
Fortunately the fence (post top RH corner)
saved her from the embarrassment of not
being able to catch this one.
This is MGWs Facebook post.
I could not say it any better.
After 13 years of faithful friendship,
loyal companionship and unwavering love,
our beautiful labrador, Maggie,
went to sleep for the final time
early this afternoon with the gentle,
Don brought her home as an 8 week old puppy;
devoted to each one of us,
You will never be forgotten,
and your passing has left
an enormous hole in my heart.
Not the Saturday we expected.
However, as is often said,
she is no longer in any discomfort.
27/03/2003 – 16/07/2016
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.
My contribution for this week’s challenge…
Before Ginger died, she was Maggie’s boss
and Soxie was backyard boss.
this bed…Maggie’s bed.
I suggested that Maggie should claim
More surprisingly she sat down on Sox.
it took a minute or two before Maggie moved…
Probably not…Soxie came back to bed and nose to tailed Maggie.
Maggie was taking deep breaths where
I would not dare to take shallow breaths! 🙂
My contribution for this week’s challenge…
After several weeks of forecasting rain
it actually came last night and early this morning
At breakfast time the sky was dark …
Which meant that peeking out to see if Maggie
was waiting for her breakfast was a formality.
her breakfast or even the treat I have given,
each morning, her since we moved.
Soxie had some of it but now returns to keep Maggie company.
With lightning flashing vividly “in our back yard”,
Maggie was happy to be treated
to one of Soxie’s head butts.
It was one less eye and ear to see and hear to storm..
Now at 0945 Maggie is still claiming ownership
to her bed and has not eaten breakfast,
even though the thunder is retreating.
It was a treat to listen to the rain.
We had 8 points in mid September and
tipped out 32 points this morning.
The first measurement for October, on average,
our wettest month.
My contribution for Word of the Week Challenge this week.
Our Maggie, like all labradors, could never…
When she was about two, MGW emptied a bottle of wine onto the ground, thinking it would be quickly absorbed.
An hour later MGW found Maggie looking a bit worse for wear.
Concerned, she bent over to have a talk to Maggie and received a lungful of Maggie’s exhaled breath…
and immediately knew why Maggie was looking a bit sad.
Maggie was drunk.
The first year our apple tree bore fruit,
we noticed many apples had fallen to terra firma.‘The wind’. we thought…
until we saw our darling pet
scratching her back and knocking
apples to the ground in the process.